Hello,

I am writing to tell you that I feel really good, that my head is clear, my heart swollen with positivity and perspective. I am noticing such small things lately. I am sitting out in the sun, resting through the night, pocketing words, stealing lights. I am not worried about this contentedness burning out though, only worrying that I could be missing some of it.

I just like knowing that I am going somewhere, that in a matter of months I won't be here anymore, that I won't think of you. I like knowing that there are people to meet and places to see, that there is a life waiting for me. I want to see so many places, too. I want to climb into your pictures and sleep and wake in Boston, in Philly, in Montreal, New York, Moscow, Southern California, Omaha, and Phoenix. The list keeps growing, but I know that I'd like to be there with you. I really just like having plans. I like knowing that I can love and I can be loved. I like knowing that I can wake up and fall asleep with someone. I like knowing that I am alive, that I exist. I like knowing that this could be the beginning of a story.