"I'm not sure I want to be here." She said from the couch. 

             Abbey didn't mean here as in the apartment. As in the city. The town. The job. 

    "You know, I've been here two years and I like the people I work with, and the work is okay. But I don't think it's what I want to do the rest of my life you know?" 

        "Oh I know all too well. I mean, it's certainly not what I want to be doing forever. I want to explore some more. But I definitely fell into it and it's good for me for the time being. But once things settle down I'll get restless again. I haven't been to the doctor in years, the dentist or had an eye exam the same way, so to have benefits is ace right now. So I'll use them and get back on my feet a while and stay long enough to warrant leaving without any bad blood, a year...ish before I begin seriously making plans. Then do it. Leave. It all, to explore." I responded.

         "That sounds pretty good." She took a sip. She was drinking vodka and cranberry. Her second. She was cozy now. Warm on the inside. She was curled up, practically part of the couch. A big knit-type sweater on that she could get her knees into. She had funky fuzzy socks on. Her boots by the door. Paintings from friends covering the walls. The TV was off but a playlist was playing over the speakers. It was a night together and we got into a rhythm and habit of deep conversation. There was a silence for reflection.

           "Fuck this place!" She blurted and laughed out loud. Humoring the situation. I laughed with her. "It makes no sense to settle yet, especially if you haven't done what you want yet or explored everywhere you know?" I added. "So true. I want to see Kansas! For fuck sake."

      "Kansas huh?" I think I got you all wrong. She laughed again. "Fuck Kansas too." She said. 

             "Yes. Fuck Kansas. Might as well add Arkansas and Alabama to that list too." 

     "YES. Bermuda too. Fuck Bermuda. The cape, Miami, shit, Florida as a whole." She said. We were on a roll. 

            "YES I HATE FLORIDA. How about Wisconsin?" I asked. "Don't phrase it as a question, commit! FUCK WISCONSIN!" She raised her plastic cup in the air. "YEA FUCK WISCONSIN!" We began yelling it. All of them in random sequence the both of us.  

          "FUCK FLORIDA. FUCK KANSAS. FUCK MICHIGAN. FUCK NORTH DAKOTA. FUCK OREGON. FUCK GEORGIA. FUCK THE CAPE. FUCK ALABAMA. FUCK NEW MEXICO."

               It went all night.