It seemed so trivial, at the time. Out across the sea were completely different worlds. Whole new spectrums of color and culture and experience and language. People living completely different lives.
Something Like Love

I love this. I wish I had the guts to quit my job, pack my shit and travel the world. But I am sucked up in the chaos of post college life, this battle between survival and living. I would prefer the latter to the former. But I am horribly limited.

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