Last night was my first night sleeping back in my old high school bedroom, tonight is the first night Elise is spending here, and so tomorrow morning is when we wake up and start our lives over again.
That’s what it feels like to me, anyway.
All moves involve some level of change and transformation, but this feels more significant because the only way I am getting out of here is by succeeding at what I want to do – make a living writing – and I haven’t quite figured out how to do that yet.
I am fortunate to have this respite, I am even more fortunate to know that it’s temporary, and hopefully, within six months or less I’ll be moving in with a friend (actually, a friend’s mom), and knowing that there’s a light at the end of the tunnel here makes it much easier to bear.
This is my reboot and a second chance.
I have to admit, for the first time today, when I woke up this morning it wasn’t dread for the future that was dominating my mind.
Not everyone gets second chances, or third chances, or fourth chances.
So far, I’m one of the lucky ones.