When I'm in Charleston, sometimes I miss my Columbia life so much that I ache.
When I'm in Columbia, sometimes I miss my Charleston life so much that I ache.
Logic says I am doomed to forever be achey. I think that's unfortunate.
I wonder if it's just that I always want what I can't have, so I am never content. Maybe I don't understand contentment. Maybe it's just human nature.
Places. Things. Feelings. It's bigger than those things. Life, I mean. It's big.
So what does this mean?
I'm not sure. I'll let you know when I find out.