Finding Gratitude

I didn’t intend to write a Thanksgiving post. I’ve been up and down lately, sliding between serene and sour. Maybe it’s the season, maybe it’s because my life is far from perfect, despite what most of the public keeps telling me. I’m not sure what I thought it might be at this stage in my existence, but here we are.

I’ve learned that there are some things I don’t miss about my former life. And that there are things I didn’t realize I’d miss, until I left California, nearly two years ago. And then there are things I thought might be hard that turned out to be even harder: Living alone, chief among them.