"Gonna stand my ground, won't be turned around/ And I'll keep this world from draggin' me down/ Gonna stand my ground and I won't back down."
So here I am, with my laptop sitting on a box of books, moving again. Well, moving back "home."
I learned a lot these last nine months - I gained back the weight I lost (practically) starving myself in D.C.; I learned that you really can make it on your own - though it's not fun when water comes out of the ceiling.
I came here to escape from D.C.
I felt uninspired, restless and hungry for something more.
Did I find "it"?
I can't say I did. I'm still wondering which path to take, I'm still itching to find a new sky to stay under and I still think there is something more out there.
I know that I've learned how not to be - I've proven to myself that quiet can sometimes win when the industry standard is loud.
And it is alright that I'm not the bravest in the bunch, because when the brave dispatch to their next location, there has to be someone there with a steady hand. Someone reliable and consistent. And I'll be there long after the superstars have left and when no one else can find the time.