Departure

My landlord has lived in this building since the late 1940′s. He and his brother-in-law bought the house using funds from the G.I. Bill. He raised his children here. He has lost his wife here. 50 years, he’s been here, his sister on the ground floor.

I don’t want that. I don’t want it at all.

I don’t want to be in the same place for five years, much less ten years, much less fifty years.

I want to travel and see and experience. I want to be uncomfortable and unaware and out of my element. I want...