The Borderlands

It looks like I'm home again.

A few weeks ago, and I have made minor mention of such things but never quite so overtly, I found myself a new home. It was time to let Whitney have her couch back, and time for me to get motivated and out on my own. This, also paired with the end of my engagement, and the growing drive to further myself and choose my own adventure in New York City pushed my to look hard. I now have the biggest room I've ever had since I lived at home with my parents as a kid, and I'm doing it on my own. I'm working on starting my own independently-run business, one which functions inside the community in which I live. Nothing subservient. I have my own place. My own time. My own home, here on the borderlands between Queens and Brooklyn.

For me, this marks the end of a two-year long trial, which started with my suffering of a never-discussed misfortune. I spent the time dealing with, living with, experiencing the fallout and doing everything I could to conquer it. I took myself around the world, at times in the most raw of circumstances; I stayed home, at times in circumstances worse. This isn't to say there was no joy. Most of the time was joyful. The great, great majority. But there was an underlying problem from which it has taken time to recover.

I will never, ever forget any of the people that played a role in bringing me through. I could name you all, but you already know who you are.

I've ended a chapter and started a new one. I want you all to know that my door is open to you. Just for reading this. In any situation, my home is yours. Just be here when you need to be.