You are my last little fix of this place for a while. And you have no idea how pleased I am to see you.
A hazy metaphorical grey fog hung over my head for the last two weeks of April, refusing to budge and sometimes it was difficult to summon the desire to simply get out of bed in the morning. But the mist is beginning to lift and I think the promise of, as Mama calls it, "a big adventure" has a lot to do with that.
You're the end and the beginning.
The start and the finish.
Hello and goodbye.
Goodbye to feeling trapped. And hello to a dose of free.
❊
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