Four months. Three countries. Seven cities.
It is finally starting to feel like I am doing what I want to be doing. And, I am where I should be.
No, it has not been easy. And, no, life is not perfect.
But, yes, I am happy. And, grateful.
This year I make no exception-- I wear my brooding pajamas and keep that tub of ice cream very close to me; it's the year end and this is what I do. But, this year I feel more content in my brooding. It feels like finally I'm home.