I’ve finally moved into my own place and planted my roots. I’m establishing what I want my life here to be, and I’m happier than I’ve been for longer than I can remember.
Last week I went back home to Vernon, and saw it completely differently than ever before. Every grudge I’ve held against that city no longer seemed to matter. I thought it was because the city had changed, and it might have, but in reality it’s me whose changed. Every negative memory no longer affected how I felt there, because I’m not who I used to be.
In other news, my dad has made a really solid recovery. His heart is working at a higher rate again, and the meds are working. He’s been okayed to be back at work as of this past week. He seems happy and is completely back to himself, and I couldn’t be happier about it.
I don’t have a lot to say about much else, though. Just a quick update on how the world looks from down here. Bright. I love my job, I love my home, I love where I am in life. I love where I am in love; and yes, I am.