Gemotions

I unwrapped the gift, a small, leather-bound journal. It was from Alex, the student who always looked so lost. He had grown into a successful travel writer.

I held the journal, the leather soft and supple beneath my fingers. I looked around my cramped apartment. I wrote in my own journal, a notebook from the dollar store. I always wanted to travel. I wanted a life that was interesting.

The apartment suddenly felt too small, too confining. I walked over to the window and stared at the rain, the drops blurring the world outside. I wanted a life that felt like a beautiful, clear day.