The truth is, life is better away. Love is bonded stronger–perhaps by the virtue of fewer distractions, perhaps because we have better routines. I’m writing from my phone before the plane touches down in Phoenix because I want to remember this feeling. I want to remember how the trip was and learn how to translate that to daily life. This is where I struggle the most–I get caught up in stuff but not so much that I get stuff done –just so much that the surface of my life is covered by all that I need to do. I also want to remember that it isn’t all on me. I forget that sometimes too. I forget that I deserve to have the thoughts and feelings about things that I do as well. Both are necessary. I don’t seek to preserve myself but to not lose my self in everything.