i get this inexplicable feeling. no - need. or maybe rush of leaving. taking off. like literally too, leave my job and drop everything and just leave.
don't get me wrong, i love my job. so much so it's almost unbelievable what i put myself through for it. i just.. i don't know, really.
it's so intense sometimes, it's almost uncontrollable. thanks to the internet too, i could just feel my fingers move so lightly toward pressing on the purchase now button. i mean, my passport's alive. money.. well, i'll get by. i've survived china, why wouldn't i - again, now.
could it be in the genes?
(mom's all-ways on the move, dad took off, hell, even my grandmother left her country for my handsome uniformed-claded pilot grandfather)
or the mole beneath my feet?
(that other burmese belief).
sigh.. mystery - unsolved.
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