On leaving

February 2, 2007 § 2 Comments

Door

Given enough time, a building will start to feel like home. You get to know the cracks, the weak step, the sticky lock. You become chatty with the neighbours. You learn the janitor’s name. If you had to, you could find your way around in the dark. This comforts you.

Then, the restlessness comes, like it always does. Honestly, half of you was already gone.

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