It’s the first of October.
Six years ago today, news was about to arrive that would derail my life and put me into a holding pattern that proved extraordinarily difficult to escape.
And now?
I’m doing it.
I’m putting things into motion to get this dream off the ground.
Tomorrow I go back home.
Or...
Is it home?
I need to move.
Move location.
Move forward.
Move my body.
Keep moving.
The time for waiting is done.
Let’s do it.
