How 10 days flies

In the past 10 days, I've been in San Antonio, Indianapolis, Queens, Fairfield CT, Norwalk CT, Bridgeport CT, New Haven CT, Norwalk CT, Queens, Indianapolis, Fort Wayne, and back to Indianapolis.

In the past 10 days, I've spent time with my two goddaughters, I've impulsively bought an airline ticket while sitting in an airport for a layover, I've celebrated a 2 year old's birthday, I've visited with friends I have missed terribly, I've gotten divorced (officially, with a judge and gavel and everything), I've watched my furniture get moved into a moving truck to begin the long haul to Indiana, I've again impulsively bought an airline ticket, I've spent one last night as a resident in my brother's guest room, I've laughed with Julia as we played the banana hands game, I've barely made it to Indianapolis in one piece (my car in several), I've locked myself out of my apartment, I've gotten lost more times than I can count, I've given up on my GPS ever locating a Target store, I've listened to Josh Ritter and the Avett Brothers and the Low Anthem to keep my soul focused in the midst of the chaos.

I am exhausted. But I am home. Now, it's time to settle in and make this my own. To remember why I am here - not because I was forced out of my previous home, but because it was better to leave than to try to keep making that home when it wasn't. I am here to reclaim my soul. My future, which has yet to be written. To start over. To not let the past own me.

I am exhausted. But I am also excited. Scared, a little more than I'd like to admit. But not at all willing to let that fear win either.