I didn’t go anywhere to day. I didn’t go out to the park or the marina or San Francisco with anyone or alone. No adventure.
I haven’t been anywhere nearly at all this whole last year, in fact. Google statistics year in review told me.
That’s sad. That I don’t go places. What is a life without adventure.
If I lived alone I would. I would go places.
But I feel like my family holds me back.
Or my disease.
I don’t know which.
Usually I just don’t feel like going.
But in retrospect I think it’s my family that holds me back.
Thanks for reading.