Anywhere But Here Girl
If you’ve ever daydreamed of far off places you’ve never been to, but miss with all your heart as if you have, you’re an anywhere but here girl (or boy.)
If you’ve ever woken up from a dream that felt so real you could touch it, and wish you could just close your eyes for a few more moments and go back there, sure that if you don’t, you will never be able to return, you’re an anywhere but here girl.
If you love where you’re at, but love the idea, the possibility, the hope of where you might go even more, you’re an anywhere but here girl.
If the thought of never leaving, never following your heart, never wandering, exploring, discovering, risking makes you feel instantly stuck waist-deep in quicksand, you’re an anywhere but here girl.
If there was one place you could go that would make you feel completely whole, finally home, the perfect fit, or if you’re already there– you’re not an anywhere but here girl.
See, we wanderers have no such place. We don’t know what it’s like to never want to leave this town. We have a burning in our guts to keep looking for it. What is it you ask? I wish I knew completely. Call it an unsettled feeling. Call it a flaw. Call it ungrateful, un-rooted, but what I call it is desire. My heart calls to me like an echo from far off places I’ve never been to, at least not in this life, and I feel homesick to get back there, wherever there actually is.
And every time, once I’ve arrived, I listen to hear it. Has my heart finally quieted, finally settled, finally whole? Not here either. It beckons me from further on down the road. And so, eagerly I go. I take with me all the pieces I pick up along the way. Pieces of you, pieces of me, pieces of a wandering heart that leaves breadcrumbs for me to follow to anywhere, but here.