The idea of moving on. This short live plan of obtaining a job and saving some money, and a vehicle to leave this place behind. I’ve been home on this beautiful rez for far too long. I had planned to be out before seeing a second summer here, and off living my best life. Yet the world had other plans, and a lot of the world is trying to cope on move forward.
I sit in my parent’s home, still greatly employed but even after my mind was made up some months ago. I still feel the need to leave. I’ve been sitting with ghosts far too long, even if kills me I want to be out before the summer hits. Which in Arizona summer is already here.
I need to be out there.