It only takes one moment. One word. One doubt. One last breath. To change everything.
Six more days till the rest of my life. With no home, no work, no plans, I stand with ideas flowing, poised to decide. One day I'll look back on this and remember this moment. Standing on the edge of everything, I would most like to pitch a tent and stayawhile.
Visiting my home I see my childhood and adolescence spread around like the innards of a loved one. That picture. Those notes. These toys. Stuff them into boxes. Wrap them in bubbles. Ship them to God's country. I'll rifle through them again at a more inappropriate time. My room holds a bowflex. My bathroom is the guest bathroom. I sleep in the guestroom.
Options:
Home
New Home
Old Home
Texas
Other
For now I'll sit in my tent and choose (f) none of the above.
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