It is my home, my neighborhood, and my history. It is what I am and where I came from. Embarrassing? Yes Boring? Never

Thursday, February 14, 2008


And don't they all begin that way? All those programs and rehabs and self help. But no, not for me, nothing is the way it is here, as it is for everyone else. I have travelled the world, from the Winter Palace to the Tower of London and landing smack in the middle of where I started. Trailer once removed. I have held court, and sat in court. I have struggled and slid by and created some of the best memories for others that they will have ever had. And carried around the baggage (make that the complete set of luggage, not matching, but gathered up over the years) that has kept me in tears and fears for all of my years. That is who I am. It was not the first step that took me here, I think it is really the last step. The one that has me face to face with who I am, what I am , where I am and accepting it, for what and who it is. I have been a lot of things to a lot of people but now at this moment, I am for me. And you know what? I think this adventure may be the best one of all.