The Spin Theory

It’s been a week here, and if I could, I’d never leave. Trips like this have you thinking about how you could leave everything behind, start a new life somewhere else, and be fine. I could farm. Or breed horses. Probably. Live in a 2000 person town that has two months a year without a sunset. Maybe that’s the life. What the fuck are we doing back home anyway?

Crunching numbers for a paycheck.

That’s not fair, really. I love home. I miss my cat; my neighbors; home. But there’s something about this place that has a charm unlike most of anywhere I’ve ever been before. It’s cold, sure. And the weather has been pretty brutal, but I could live here.

She was right, after all.

That’s maybe the worst of it. Being wrong. But I suppose she’s always had that on me anyway.

Skál,
Spin