After a hop across the pond, some scary driving, and a hundred failed chess matches, I am finally on my way home. To one home, at least.
I expected to worry about what I would miss and how I would remember my home, but when looking foreward all I really see is blank space. I know that I will be homesick and feel alone at times, but those things are wrapped up in the rest of my life. It is the life of me as the main player in my story and I am looking at it as across a gap, like the warm air that lays still as some great, ancient hand turns a wrinkled page - or the deep breath as two feet leave a cliff and find that they must be missing something. It seems quiet and alive at once, the most calm and exciting thing that I have yet seen, and it is almost here. I cannot tell whether I will notice as it as it passes or only after it is gone, but I am certain that I am ready. I am more ready for this than I have ever been for anything else. I have loved every part of this opening chapter, and I say farewell to it fondly, but I will face the world now and hope that I am right in thinking that I can stand tall in the midst of it.
All of the people who are reading this as it is being posted know me as I am now and are a part of all that I will carry along to the people that may read it in the future, and I am grateful more than I can express here for the former because you are not some possibility amongst all of the things that could, should, and won't happen in this world. You are real, here, and supporting me through this. You have made me who are, and I wan't you to know that that love and freindship is what will help me through this next adventure. I will miss you all and hope that I will be able to meet you again soon, and one of you only for the second time. May those possibilities be the ones that we are allowed to live.