Sometimes I get these urges to just pack up a small carry on and move across the world, start a new life in a small apartment on my own, have the kind of quiet life with a morning routine and a morning coffee at the same local shop, go back home in the evening and listen to some soft jazz maybe dance on my own in just a shirt and a glass of red wine... but thing is, i don't drink wine. I don't drink wine and I'm not made for the quiet life, and I could never be a regular anywhere because I want to try every coffee shop in the world and i want my apartment to be big and airy and full of plants and people every single day. I want to fill my life with souls like mine and never feel like I have to be alone. I'm a people's person, a tiny half of something much bigger than I am. I will come back home, and on the days when I have to be alone, I'll fill a cup of fresh orange juice and put on some ABBA and make a concert in my living room with ceiling high windows. I want to be as loud as this world allows me to be.
