Most of this year I lived between Arizona and Switzerland, consolidating my life so it could fit into a few suitcases. I made donation piles of books and clothes. I kept two sets of toiletries and split my closet in two, one here and one there, so I could move without thinking.
The Woman Who Loves Too Hard Is Terrified of Being Left
When relationships ask you to disappear, here’s your permission to walk away.
