Alright, I lied.

…About the not posting again for a while part. Not the death part. I won’t talk about death.

Everywhere I go, I fall in love. Not with people; I fall in love with places. I got to this place, and immediately wrote mental sonnets to its ivy-blanketed walls, epitaphs declaring my adoration for its red bricks and clouded skies.

But that’s how I am everywhere. What I’ve come to realize is that my family’s constant moving has fucked me up for good. That I will never be happy with where I am, regardless of how great it actually is. I will always and forever wish to be somewhere new, somewhere different.

I will never truly be happy with my situation. In short: Thanks, Mom and Dad.