november, iv.

In retrospect, the trip to London in May was paramount to what my life would become just weeks later. I didn’t know it then, of course, although, I did feel it. I definitely felt something. To feel sorry for myself would be pointless. This journey took seven years but I am here now. The exit is painless and wholesome. There’s no doubt. The sun tells me I am right. Enough with the emotional crumbs, it is time for a full meal. It feels so light to be free. This is what I wrote then and this is what carried me all the way here. It feels so good.