I left home. It was long overdue, but perfectly timed at the same time. I left and moved to the city. I considered (and still consider) California. Near Los Angeles. It wasn’t the time, though. Not yet. Time is of the essence. And I trust timing. Even when it doesn’t move at my pace.
But I sold the house I first brought my baby girl home to, packed us up (well the moving company did), and Solona and I moved away. Not even too far, but still into a completely different world than the one we were used to.
Here’s why:
I refused to regret something as simple as never leaving home.
The world is just too big...