It is a rather scary time for me, in a culture of stability, to have no permanent things in my life.
There are thresholds, moments when you cross some sort of metaphoric boundary into another phase. It is strange how I can pin point a few moments in life where, without a decision, things would have been dramatically different.
I wonder what purpose those tidbits of memory serve in the grand scheme of things.
What I do know is that I can't know. And I am glad I'm here, I wouldn't want to go back.
