a year goes by and....

a lot changes. Crazy how I made a couple (rash?) big decisions a year ago and my life started to go a different direction then I had originally planned. 18 years of planning gone within 5 minutes. So here I am, almost exactly a year from that date, 2400 miles from where I was, 3000 miles from where I wanted to go. And I'm happy. I'm in a big beautiful city, where people don't hold anything against me and where I feel completely welcome. But I can't help but look one year back and wonder.