Here we are

This feels like home. This feels like the place I want to be at least 95% of the time. However, when I turn off my lights to fall asleep and his arms aren't around me, I want to be back in Canyon. Sometimes, as the sunsets, I would give anything to be anywhere in the Park. Sometimes, I still look at Canyon on the map on my wall and want to go home. But most of the time, being here is so right. Somehow, as soon as I walked into this house, I knew it would be home.

I am ready for life. I went to Yellowstone, and just like I expected, I found myself. There was a piece of me out in Hayden Valley, a piece of me at Artist Point looking at the falls, a piece on Dunraven Pass headed to Tower, a piece out in Lamar Valley. And they all came together and I remembered who I am. I recognized and loved my soul that got so lost at the end of last year. And, better yet, I brought myself home with me. I might have run away to Yellowstone, but in running away, I stopped waiting for someone to find me, I stopped waiting for a miracle, I got out and I got myself out of the forest; found myself.

I still don't know where I'm going, but that's alright, because I know where I am, and I know where I've been. I've got a compass and might even have access to a map.
I don't know where I'm going, but I'm sure as hell not lost. I know the general direction, and I know some possible end points.

I'm happy; I still have shit to work through, but I can do it. "it is not the dark we fear, but the unknown." I'm no longer going to wait for someone else to turn the light on for me; I'm not even going to turn the light on myself... I am going to be the fucking light. I'm ready to shine, to be somebody. I know what is important to me, and I'm going to be important.

Goodbye summer, I'm ready for my real life to begin.