My roommate and I were driving yesterday, and this bird runs out into the road, sees us coming, and then turns around and runs back. I thought (ironically) oh bird, if only there were some evolutionary adaptation that could allow you to avoid cars a different way.
Is flying difficult, I wonder? I knew someone who studied birds, but I never thought to ask her about it. Birds fly. It's just what they do. Is Hawaii so hot or so relaxed that the birds just forgot how?
Then, because I'm very "deep" these days, I went into metaphor mode.
[Now, so I don't further aggravate all the people who hate me for complaining about Hawaii, feel free to replace "Hawaii" with "new place" and "Boston" with "old place."]
In Boston I grew a lot. One might even say that I "evolved." Maybe I didn't become more awesome, because I was already pretty awesome, but it was the first time that I felt comfortable enough with my awesomeness to show my awesomeness off to the world.
I'm afraid that moving here will cause me to regress, to become the awkward, closed-off person that it took me three years to outgrow.
I'm afraid of forgetting how to fly.
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