In a strange twist of events, I'm back in the first house I landed in when I moved to southern California. It's a short stop on the way to the future. Being back in this house reminds me of how good I felt when I first arrived. How different it was for me to live alone, without a man, without a boyfriend, alone. Long long time. Months have passed. It's a writers house and I love it so much.
Oh how far I've come. And to only imagine how far I will go. To places I could never dream of, because their characteristics don't exist yet.
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