I've lived in my various apartments spending nearly every waking moment with my son.
I've done countless loads of laundry.
My hands have been torn to pieces from scrubbing dishes and pots and pans.
I don't regret a single moment, but now I'm at a turning point.
Josiah is 3.
He's becoming so very independent.
I know that he'll always need me, but it's different now.
Now is time for me.
Where to go now?
I miss traveling.
I've felt stuck for a while now
I need to find my direction.
I need to find a way to find me again.