It’s a weekend day, and I find myself absolutely not wanting to be in my apartment. I get up, make breakfast, clean up, get dressed, and as soon as I can, I gotta get out the door. Where? Not home. Out there.
My apartment is fine. It’s not a bad place. But it’s just where I sleep and store my shit. Shit I don’t use anymore. A cave of dead hobbies. Airless, stale, staid, boring, hungry.
I’m hungry. Hungry for what? What is out there that I’m throwing down the hole? What do I hope to achieve by not being at home?
Will I ever find myself willing to just…sit still on my couch?