Ana Lewett

Teeth

I moved on a whim. To be fair, I was being pushed, hurried, towards leaving. After four exhausting years in a city I was beginning to detest, the city I grew up in, it was due time to leave. The dreams I once had of pouring out all my secrets to a star-crossed lover stroking my face as we were falling asleep... of climbing up the career ladder after months of late nights, early mornings, coffee-runs for Big Boss (not because she asked, but because I wanted to) … of following a spiritual path and growing my broken soul surrounded by vast nature and a bustling city holding hands by a Golden Gated Bridge… The very dreams that landed me back in this town in the first place were now so far removed from my reality. I was in fact failing, and straying farther and farther away from my Truth that I once held in such confidently high standards. Life was kicking my ass left and right, disappointment after letdown, for me to stumble and redress myself upon the right path. So no, I did not move on a whim, but I was moved to do it in a mysteriously whimsical way that I’m still trying to understand.