This Issue’s Question:
Should I go home?
No.
Stay.
Things haven’t gotten strange enough yet.
If you’re asking, you already know the answer.
Home is waiting. It always is. That’s what makes it dangerous.
Home will still be there.
So will your inbox.
So will the meetings that should’ve been emails.
So will the people who ask about your trip but don’t really want the answer.
So will the rent. The routine. The slow erosion of wonder into comfort. The small talk. The smaller thinking.
But this moment? This stretch of unscheduled hours. This unfamiliar skyline. This glass of something too strong, shared with someone you’ll forget in a place you’ll never fully leave behind.
This is rare.
This is precious.
This is where things shift.
You didn’t come this far to turn around when the maps got blurry.
You didn’t leave your life behind just to find another version of it waiting with folded arms and clean sheets.
Stay.
Miss the flight.
Order another round.
Get lost. On purpose.
Trust me.
The best things always happen after you should’ve gone home.
