I want to teach in Asheville, North Carolina. Be a police officer in New Mexico. Manufacture wheels in North Dakota. Collect garbage in Pittsburgh. Sell insurance in Idaho.
Many lives. I want many of these lives. And many, unnamed ones.
I feel restless after awhile. My heart is transient, aimless; thirsty.
This is a good place. I'm stable. This is good.
But honestly, I want to wander.