It's Labor Day. A year ago today I began planning my escape from Shreveport. Thinking back, I remember being full of sadness and confusion, but there was excitement too. I couldn't wait to make my own choices, just for me, and see where I would end up because of them.
Well here I am in Tucson. I could never have dreamed of landing here. As of right now I've been here for 36 days. It's amazing how much I love this place. It's so unstoppably beautiful. There's a real sense of calm whenever I think of where I used to be compared to where I am now. Just looking around every day makes me happy.
It's hard being alone, because I want to do so many things. But I'm trying to be patient, reminding myself that I have as much time as I want here.
