“All my life, I have observed a certain kind of person with baffled envy. The person who has never felt the desire to flee. I feel the least in common with this person, and yet I am endlessly fascinated by her. How can one be that content? Is she lucky, the draw of the universe birthing her in a place that fully aligns in temperament and ambition, or is she just complacent? Often, I have to remind myself that staying and leaving can both be points of privilege, but I can’t help it; my vagrancy looks down upon such a person.”
