Where are you?
Somewhere else. Always, always somewhere else.
When I’m awake, I long for sleep. On the way to work, I want to be there. At work, I wait for lunch. At lunch, the end of the day. At my apartment, I long to be out. When I’m out, I long to be with you.
Always, always, in my heart I’m with you.
When I’m with you, I’m finally here. Body, heart, mind and soul. I’m whole.
But you are barely ever here. So, where the hell am I?
In love. Far. And not quite anywhere at all.
Editor’s note: This story is part of our September 2016 series ‘Hundreds of Words about Location: Where are you, and how does it affect how you see the world?’
Lara Sorokanich is an accidental science writer and editor living in New York City. When she’s not writing about tiny robots and outer space, she enjoys reading trashy library books and searching for the best Chinese takeout in her neighborhood. Follow her @lara_soro.