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Dreams of New Mexico are haunting me again.
That silly show Roswell stirred up those old urges from a few months ago, and now the desire to go to New Mexico is a pressure in my chest and my mind. My lungs feel squeezed by the desire to go there. My chest feels tight.
I wish I believed in signs, or magic, or destiny. That belief would give me the perfect excuse to just take off and chase after the source of these weird feelings. Just what is in New Mexico that makes me want to go there so badly? Of all the places, why is this one so alluring?
I really may have to take a road trip soon. Maybe if I drive there and find that it's just hot and dusty and unfamiliar, I won't feel this confusion anymore.
And if there is something there to be found, I wonder what it could be.
That silly show Roswell stirred up those old urges from a few months ago, and now the desire to go to New Mexico is a pressure in my chest and my mind. My lungs feel squeezed by the desire to go there. My chest feels tight.
I wish I believed in signs, or magic, or destiny. That belief would give me the perfect excuse to just take off and chase after the source of these weird feelings. Just what is in New Mexico that makes me want to go there so badly? Of all the places, why is this one so alluring?
I really may have to take a road trip soon. Maybe if I drive there and find that it's just hot and dusty and unfamiliar, I won't feel this confusion anymore.
And if there is something there to be found, I wonder what it could be.