This was always intended to be a year of intentional change.
I knew I needed something drastic to shock me back into life. I was really unhappy with where it had gotten. You always hear that when all else fails, you should do what you love and retrace your steps.
That resulted in moving to Texas, a place I’ve idealized since coming to the United States.
The roadtrip to ATX is the longest road I’ve ever been on. I drove for 100% of it (still sick of driving months later). Sometimes it feels surreal (most of the time).
I used to marvel at other people who were brave and started fresh far away from home. I thought of those other people as being adventurous and exciting. I didn’t think of myself as being brave enough, adventurous enough, anything enough.
Leaving is one of the hardest choices I’ve made but it doesn’t feel like the wrong choice.
Creepiest motel I’ve ever seen.
We stayed in Vegas the weekend of the MacGregor/Money fight.
One of the coolest bookstores I’ve ever been in, secretly tucked away in LV. It is also cleverly named – the Writer’s Block!
I am starting to remember what I like to do. That work shouldn’t be my whole identity. How fun reading is (and how happy it always makes me when I write about what I read). That I haven’t always rushed through life, that I used to slow down, laugh and enjoy.
I’m not back to that happy place that I look back on with rose-colored glasses. I don’t think that place exists anywhere but my mind.
I’m putting one foot in front of the other. That’s a great first step.