165

A milestone. And doing nothing to stop my memories of where I left from flooding my senses.

I should be happy. Maybe it's just a moment of - what? Of wishing here was as wonderful as there? Of wishing I had the same options, people, places that made me who I am. Who am I here?

A year and a half and I still don't know.
I guess it will take more time for the welcome to come.

Losing weight, today, is reminding me of so much else I lost when I moved.