there must be a reason i am not... not that i haven't had the opportunity... at 28, i can't yet imagine the scenario stated earlier.
instead i sit here. puppy running into me as he chases his tail. listening to a french woman sing no words i recognize, my third glass of wine after i cooked myself dinner. my night awaits more wine and foreign thriller/horror films in netflix now. i am content. i love not knowing what can happen next.