if anyone asked (which no one has) if i missed the places i used to live, i would say no. No more than i miss the breath once it has gone out of me. No more than i anticipate tomorrow, knowing that the only realness… is now. I loved Seattle, with her rain and her high minded ideals. I loved Helena, my cradle. But nothing binds me to them, nothing keeps me in those places that were home once I’ve decided to go. I don’t regret that much at least, going forward and never fearing to look back.

but i do wish someone would ask.