Last week marked my 3-month anniversary being back in the states for an indefinite amount of time. I feel like I've aged significantly. There are so many strands of white hair that I've lost count. But with that, comes my freedom which I really do cherish.
Now I know how the guys at KC were feeling. The choice to choose what you want to do. Where you want to go. Who you want to be. I relish in the fact that all these feelings are new and liberating. Something I've never had the pleasure of enjoying. And now, at 32, I can say that I am. Yes, it will be difficult at times to make ends meet, but all of this, will be my decision. I am responsible for what comes next. Scary, but invigorating.