I’ve always been somewhat of a runner, just the way I’m hardwired.
I am my mother’s gypsy girl, she having taught me the ways.
Most important thing she taught me is knowing when it is time to leave.
I’ve been on the move for two months now. Seeing old friends, making new ones, falling in love with places and faces all over again.
Long days spent in cars or on trains, and while meandering city streets and seaside towns I felt a sudden shift in the way I was seeing the world, in the way I started thinking; about the future.
The realization that a quarter of my life has already quickly passed — lucky for all the places I’ve been and experiences I’ve had, but also realized there’s a lot I have been avoiding in life with plenty yet to do.
With these thoughts I decided to cut my travels short and head back to Minneapolis to get to work.
This particular homecoming is quite exciting for me. It will be the start of some grand projects for the new year.
This will be a year I dedicate to myself, for I have given too much of myself and my time to others that didn’t value me for what I know I’m worth. Ultimately a year for growing the fuck up. — Self