It's overwhelming. I wanted to cry but it's not the feeling of crying. Every spirit was coming out of me. It was a great feeling, like fireworks coming up.

They're all playing well. They're bonding as a team, ... This team has the best spirit of any team I've seen.

One little mistake can backfire on us. It took a lot of strength and effort to keep them back.

I imagined each experience going on in that city, the world that was taking up my chest and throat, and I wanted to experience all of them. For every person sitting on a roof top staring at the stars, every person driving out to the desert with their lover and a mattress in the back of their pickup, every adrenalin shot of stepping on a stage or movie set, every hand and breath casting music into the night, every kiss that felt like the first, every breath stealing glance, every dance, every burst of camera light, everything – I wanted to do it all. I was a moment chaser.

It felt important to be able to pick up and go whenever this endless stirring and inevitable craving for a change of scenery would bubble over because I didn’t want to die someday yearning for something else when it was only “something else” worth living.

Often I didn’t think I was cut out for the way the world is, being born into a common culture and system I would never choose for myself.