It has been about four months since I packed up everything I really knew and moved from small town Shippensburg, Pennsylvania to big city Denver, Colorado. An interesting choice to some, and a necessary one to others.
And now, I finally am starting to feel like I belong.
I wasn't sure when it would happen, and I didn't really know how I would ever be able to tell.
Would there be some kind of sign? A really big flashing one that would say something like,
"Tia, you have made the transition. Congrats, you belong!"
Would there be some kind of serious awakening moment, like when you finally place the last peice together in the jigsaw puzzle?
Well, none of that actually happened. There was no sudden sign, or any kind of awakening...
It was like when you look at a picture of yourself from a few years back. You don't feel like you changed at all, but the photographic evidence and the mirror don't lie. You have gotten older, whether for better or for worse.
My "sign" came in the form of me falling back in love with my old passions. I am starting to want to be involved again with the things I was so passionate about before.
I am starting to be true to myself again, and I am feeling comfortable enough to do it.
I looked back the other day, and saw this happening...and just like looking at a picture from the past and the mirror in the present, I saw that I have changed; that I am finally feeling at home.
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