I've been in this new city for two months now. A busy city with faces of strangers from all over the world. A city with traffic and government and humidity and uncertainty. I came with hope and promise of a bright, new future with a wonderful man....at this very moment....I'm not sure of any of this.
When you have a life...a REAL life with lifelong friends, a solid, stimulating job, family ties and familiarity all around, what really makes one say goodbye to that REAL life and walk away?
Thinking about my choice now, I'm just not so sure. How can any one person fill in all the spaces that make up a life well lived? How could I ever expect that to be the case? Why don't I feel that I fit in? Why am I facing obstacles each day?
So, I ask you now.....DC...Friend or Foe?
