When all I wanted to do was go, but he said stay. I feel so ready to leave, to put everything down, and to get on a plane and go. This sounds like running away, maybe it is, but me, I am hungry for adventure. I have been in this state of being for a long time now.
I can see an image of myself in ten years. I'll be 36 years old, probably with a few grey hairs nestled in my beard. They'll make me wiser and so will the time that's past. I can see the clothes I'll wear, the conversation I'll have.