The past year and five months have been a long and hard journey. It started with me in a very low and dark place. This is a place which I had a really hard time getting out of even after getting rid of the drugs and alcohol. Reluctantly I have held on to a life that once was and thought somehow, someway, I would fix myself and return to quickly. Well, after a lot of learning, prayer, introspection, and hard work, I have finally reached a point where I am ready to close the book on my life out west. It is finally time to let go of all the bad memories and pain and get on with my life. I am not sure what I was thinking, that I could just move back to Colorado and I would pick up right where I left off. The reality is for the time being I need plenty of distance between myself, that state and some of the people in it. Those wounds are no longer sore to the touch, which thankfully lets me know they will be completely healed soon. The events of this weekend shed light on where I am supposed to be and it was not in Colorado. Denver will be a place I hold dear to my heart, I did meet plenty of wonderful people and have some amazing times there. It will always be a very big part of my story, and a part I will not want to leave out. But for now the dream of living out west has to be put on hold for many reasons including my safety and sanity. In a lot of ways it is not a healthy place for me and it may never be. For now my place is here in Georgia with all roads leading to Athens. The road is full of education and hopefully a career in writing, one way or another. For the first time since my arrival in November of 2011, I am truly okay with this path headed east and I am no longer looking back. What’s done is done. Now it is time for a new future and all the blessings that it holds.