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(Destination Name) + ‘For Good’
‘I’m staying in Chicago for good’.
The words ‘for good’ paired with a faraway destination reminds me of how I hate being left behind.
I feel like a dark curtain is being wrapped tightly around me, making it a chore for me to see clearly.
As someone who always longs to be in motion, being transported for lengths of time, I feel sad when someone says they are leaving a place for good.
I immediately want to go and pass through, however long my life will last.
Chicago is a long distance from here.
When I say that I feel sad when someone says they are going, I mean that I’m sad for myself. I’m glad the person moves on and I feel bad that I’m bound by obligation and familial expectations.
I’m not the type of person that can accept being left behind. I fidget too much to ever find satisfaction with staying behind.
Staying behind means somehow making a home out of a place.
I want to always be on the move. Attempting to make a home in one place doesn’t suit me. I think so much about what’s possibly happening hours away by plane from here. The tendency to think this is a part of me.
I don’t want to stay in one place.
