i love flying. its such a big part of my lifestyle. moving has really been a blessing and a curse. ive gotten to see such amazing things, experienced more in less than half a life time than people can dream to experience in all of theirs. and i am grateful, i promise. but it sucks. my life has become so based on the idea that nothing is worthwhile because in a year, or two, or three, ill be off somewhere else. im always looking forward to the next move. i hate being in limbo but i love being in limbo. flying is the epitome of the inbetween and for that i fucking love it. i love it and i hate that i do.