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Two weeks, half a month or the better part of a moon has passed and I am just within reach of employment and hopeful for a kind of future Amber and I could thrive in. But today I am at a loss for words, maybe because the spaces in my head are occupied by more unanswered questions than conclusions. When I write, I try to be deliberate enough to translate what I am thinking and feeling into something to share. At this point (at least for today), I have decided to be content with being a blank page in an open book full of stories like mine. If you have one, I would enjoy hearing about it.

Alan put up a great post about being true to yourself. A crucial difference would be that I was not unhappy at the place I left behind, though there is something like sadness that can sour happiness when you know you are not following your heart. When it becomes real enough to demand your attention, it comes time to listen to it. I think you will enjoy the read.