I love being out in the universe. I love the stars, space, other worlds, the hum of the ship when I sleep. Whenever I’m home, planet-side, it’s so easy to get caught up in things. The news. The wars. The economy. Pushing paper, getting promotions, an endless slew of new movies and games and content and products. It’s easy to lose sight of the sky, to fall into the pattern of thinking that the only things that matter are the ones I find myself surrounded with. I suffocate back home. Even when Mom was there, I suffocated.
