"i know that i got to go, it's been fifteen years and it's starting to show...but, i can't leave town when everything is going well.
it's hard to leave a job when you're welcome there and it's hard to leave a house while there's still fresh air and a welcome mat to greet you home every day.
i like to think that i'm going away and that i'm preparing to leave every day because each day i buy some seeds for my garden and i buy some paint cartons for my house but i never use them, but don't have doubts that one day i'll use them when i move away."
"i know that i got to go, it's been fifteen years and it's starting to show, so i'm building up my perfect home in my head.
i don't know where that home will be, home is something that comes naturally. is it where you die or where you're born or where your heart is ripped and torn?"