I am an inspired creation. I feel the pull to new places and smell the spice of new cultures. I feel I am a tree without roots, free to tumble in the wind. I am ready to go.
I have grown up so much since coming home. Certain ideals came crashing down into the compost heap of reality. I am going to change that reality. I have a choice in life. My choice is to live.
There is inspiration in every wind, in every star. My whole life is open before me. Chapter by chapter I will go forward. No need to skip to the end. It will be a long story. My story.