By: Megan Cramer
“I’m sorry. It’s over. I need more space.” She packed all her scratchy records and moth-eaten sweaters and half-empty spice racks and drove off in her truck. She rode along the open road for days but it wasn’t enough space. She braked only when she reached the ocean and boarded a ship. She sailed for weeks. Not enough space. She studied for years so she could earn a spot on the NASA ship. As it launched and Earth became a blip in the rear view mirror, she breathed a sigh of relief and reloaded the dating app on her phone.