I wouldn't describe the feeling I have as nostalgic. I don't miss home, because I am home. Words for thought become heavy. Thee feeling I have has no weight on my shoulders. My head feels fuzzy. My arms warm, feet cold as usual. I should be sleeping but in stead I am reflecting. I am so lucky. Privileged.
No one could have imagined that I would by chance be making all the right choices.
My head is filled with memories of pleasantly fitting into the background. Falling in line with all the other shapes of the scenery. Now I am creating my scenery.
Luck doesn't even begin to describe it.
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