Why Must I Leave Everything?

There's this transition phase... between spaces. Between worlds. All things familiar suddenly disappear to simply become memories flashing through your consciousness. The coffee shop your ideas were birthed in is passed by in a certain fondness. You realize you are longing for a sense of home, a sense of belonging. You found it in your hometown of all places, and just when you found it... you've cracked the code. You've unlocked all the doors and slam dunked in the last seconds of the game. You know it's time to go. But this transition... when you know where you're going next. When you have a plan. Suddenly all the places you came to call your own are no longer yours. They belong to endless others from here on out and your favorite chair will forget your legs and your back, growing into someone else.

Why must I always leave things?

Why must we?

Luckily, when we leave... we take ourselves along. Because it wasn't the chair you loved, it was the love you gave that chair. It came from inside of you. And there are new favorite chairs all over the world waiting to greet you. So reminisce. Throw your hands up and reminisce. Beat it to death. The way that you feel when you have nothing left. Because if not you bring that sadness everywhere you go. Feel it all. Now. It's okay. You're safe.