I’d like to move away – but I’d miss my family
The funeral I went to has been on my mind. It’s made me pensive and sappy.
I have no death wish – far from it. I have a master plan to live until I’m 100. But the plans of mice and men…
What I think about is whether or not I’ll get to find out if my father is right or wrong.
My father, you see, believes me in. I don’t know why, especially in light of my dismal track record in, well…just about everything. Yet, he thinks that I am capable of things I don’t think I am.
He always says, The race is long, one day you’ll fly.
Maybe he’s just like every other dad in the world. Maybe he really believes it.
I like to think he believes it.
That’s the real reason I don’t just pack up and leave to Beijing, Berlin or someplace where no one knows me, you know?
Because it would be nice if I could prove him right.
And I’d miss them all.
Location: sick in bed
Mood: sick
Music: So, all alone I keep the wolves at bay
