Ugly-cry was definitely not on my list for this weekend. But a man and his dog happened:
(For more of their story, Moon wrote this in The Inertia.)
The little wild child in me wants to live out of a truck and see the world. But I might die a little since it’s hard to receive mail on the road.
I’m living through a goodbye right now: maybe permanent, maybe not. Either way I feel like I am losing something: a friend, memories, a future.
Maybe growing up isn’t so much about how I can tough out the goodbyes; I’m not sure what it is about, though. Not yet.