i don’t want to go to the west coast, to leave our troubles behind – only to catch up with us by the time winter hits. the mountains, forests, beaches and cities won’t make us feel at home.
don’t drag me to the east coast, to live without modern-day worries – we’ll be distraught trying to break our habits. the ocean is too dark and too deep for me to ever find peace.
i’ll never fall asleep in the north – those sunny nights and dark days will make me an insomniac. polar bears will never be mans best friend.
if you decide the southern life is where you need to be – i’d make the trek. scorpions, spiders and the perpetual heat would make my blood boil. however, I would feel alive.
regardless of my worries, I would feel at home in your company. in the presence of your love.