Yesterday was a flurry of activity.  We lifted, moved, cleaned, unpacked, built.  Now I find myself sitting on my bed in my apartment in what is now my city. 

Furniture is sparse, but it seems fitting for where I find myself.

I’m starting a new chapter in my life.  I can already sense the change in relationships that have been forged in the past two years.   I can sense a change in myself as well. 

I believe with my whole being that this is where I belong for such a time as this.  I love this apartment, this neighborhood.  If I were writing a script of this phase of my life, this is exactly what I would’ve written. 

Thank you to those who’ve supported me through the past year or two.  Thank you for believing in me when I couldn’t believe in myself anymore.  Thank you for encouraging me when you should’ve let me go.  If it weren’t for you, I wouldn’t be at home right now.  I’d still be wandering around, wondering if it would ever happen.