I am homesick for a place I am not sure even exists. One where my heart is full. My body loved. And my soul understood.
“Are you a comparative literature major?”
“I’m not, but I am a writer. I thought about being a comparative literature major, but I hate the way classes tend to ruin the things you enjoy. You like doing something, but then you hate it if you take a class on it. Maybe that’s because once you put structure and routine around something it’s no longer based on impulse and feeling. It becomes something you have to do.”