Love a journey. Get out, go. Not a loop, go out for days. Ignore them. Give them hugs, kiss them, they might never see you again. They don’t need to understand. Of course it costs, the journey will cost you. Only money if you’re lucky. Go away and maybe come back someday, that’s expected. Go away and never come back. The difference is you went, not what you’ll find there. A house is a house, a road is a road. It’s the point in time when you used them. They won’t care who you are until you’re there. You’ll be gone. The moments are inescapable and you’ll never take that way from them. The wear on your shoes and wheels is a trail. It’s not all waiting for you, but it’s not going anywhere. It’s in spite of it all that you go.