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My Lover (Pt. II)
On my last night in Ghana, I reunited with my lover for the first time somewhere other than the east coast of the U.S.
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nothing is wasted
She barely shifted in her chair, each pen stroke centered and focused. Her writing was crisp and clear as I glanced over her shoulder but she never turned from the page
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nomad
The road has taught me something: that there’s nothing more dangerous to the adventurous spirit than a secure future, a clear direction and a solid life plan.. Yet sometimes that’s all I’m longing for.. but I quickly remind myself… no, no it’s not! I could never see myself just having gone to school to just get a job with some random company, make money, buy a home, get settled… it’s just not for me, yet it’s what surrounds me. So many of my friends and people I know, just going through the motions, the proper steps in what their “supposed to do” entering into “reality” with house payments, marriages, children……
