As I scroll through Instagram and look at photos of people I no longer see or particularly care about, I become a tad bit existential. What does this all mean? I want to meet more people, get more involved in there lives, get more aquainted with all the whole world with it’s many colors, accents, and faces.
I want to travel.
I want to pack up my car and my boyfriend and my little life and leave.
That is not what I am to do.
I am to live the American life right now. I can begin making connections slowly, and leave eventually.
For now I am called to stay.
And that existentially, experientially, sucks.
But I must believe it is better.