I think, I could have been happy there.
I love my family, they are the best part about being back. But a year later, I am still trying to find my rhythm. I am where I am supposed to be, but I am still wondering what that means.
Earlier this week I stepped out onto my deck after a big storm. It was 8:30 at night and the final bits of sunset were trying desperately to peek through the thunderclouds. It was beautiful. It was peaceful.
I breathed in the green smell.
I looked around and was grateful that this was my personal view of the world.