She told me repeatedly how much she
loved Baz, how much she relied on Adam. How they were such a fun, good, solid
couple, how they leaned on one another, how everyone they knew saw them as the
“ideal” couple, how they’d once traveled everywhere and now didn’t, and how
that weighed heavily on her heart, because, also like me, she loved to travel,
had a fresh hunger for it that was both reasonable and detrimental. We both
wanted everything at once. We wanted to have our cake and eat it too. We wanted
to travel the world, write the Great American Novel, and have a solid
relationship and perhaps raise a family, all at the same time. What was wrong
with that?
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