“I haven’t really ever found a place I call home. I never stick around long enough to make it. I apologize for once again, I am not in love, but it’s not as if I mind that your heart aint exactly breaking. It’s a thought, only a thought…. If my life is for rent, and I don’t learn to buy- Well I deserve nothing more then I get, ‘cause nothing I have is truly mine. I always thought I would love to live by the sea, to travel the world alone and live more simply. I have no idea what’s happened to that dream because there is nothing left here to stop me…If my heart is a ship, and I wont let is turn, because I am so afraid to fail, so I won’t even try. How can I say I am alive?…”
– Dido (Life for Rent)
This morning as I walked up Massachusetts Avenue past the embassies this song came streaming into my ears, turning the rustle of leaves into a choreographed dance. The lyrics caught my attention in a new way as I thought through what it meant to rent life.
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