i woke up this morning and realized it was June. i guess it's been June for quite a few days now, but something hadn't registered with me yet.
things are moving so quickly these days. everyone used to tell me that time goes faster when you're older, and everyone was right. i long for the days when time dragged. i feel like i blink my eyes and an hour is gone. take a nap and wake up to a new season. it makes me anxious and scared, because i know just around the bend is the moment when i stumble upon 30, or worse.
right now i'm caught in the middle of something i don't want to be caught in, and wishing i could rewind or fast forward to a more interesting, less anxious place. i can't stop thinking about New Mexico, and wondering if i'll ever actually get to go.
just get on I44 - go west and I think you hit 40 stay on that past Amarillo and pretty soon - NM.
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