— Madisen Kuhn, January 18, 2014 journal entry (via exoticwild)
west! like I have before. to make a grander, more reckless but somehow more adult fuck it exit from this city I’m supposed to call home but makes my heart heavier each day. even the weather here doesn’t know what it wants.
I’m leaving my safety net: the cushy, reliable job. the one with incredible health insurance and 403(b) matching and paid vacation and sick time et cetera. the tiny but dirt cheap studio apartment that is mine, all mine. my glorious bed. my books. my mother, in remission. my best friend, in limbo. even my cat, for a while.
I don’t yet have a place to live, and I only sort of have a thing to do. I have a car and a sleeping bag and a loose timeline. I also have bad habits, occasionally crippling anxiety, and a 27th birthday at the end of the year. let’s do this.