Her dad knew that small town she grew up in was home. He was ready to die there. Had no thoughts of moving anyplace else. That was one thing she held against him. Still today. It bothered her that dad could be okay living in such a boring, senseless place.
He was a simple man though. She was okay with that fact. Except for when she thought of how he called his home home. What did she expect out of hi though? For him to have denounced his home and said rather that he wished to die in a more interesting place?
That was her curse. She projected it onto others now. In these barren lifeless towns off the highways. She was alone now. And would look for a home for the rest of her life.
Westcity
was one of the current candidates. She had gone through
Facebook
to see who was still around. She met up with a guy from the past. It was not a very good meetup. Things felt distant. A reminder in front of her of why she had left in the first place.
She thought about this while laying in the bed of her
Airbnb
. Tomorrow she would meet another friend.