Whenever I leave the city with a backpack only, I’m happy. I like the buses, I like the terminals, I like walking around without knowing where I am, what might be just around the corner. I like imagining myself on a giant map of the world and seeing that I was there, and now I’m here. I like how I feel when I’m away from everything that became routine. I like knowing there’s no one depending on me that I will probably let down. That there’s no group that has expectations of me. That there’s no one missing me when I’m gone and that no one is hurting because of me.

My best resting state is motion.

Back in two days.