Two days before I leave I am down to all my possessions snuggled tightly in a 9×9 room. I sold my house and as of today I no longer own a car.
I have worked my whole life gathering what looks like a respectable life in the eyes of most Americans. I have a family and friends. I had a well paying job, I owned my own car and a house. I never would of thought that at age 54 I would be starting all over.
The only things I hold dear in the aforementioned lines are my family and friends. The rest, well the rest is all relative.
This decision I made is stripping away those false beliefs of security and is leaving me standing in the middle of the road of possibilities holding on to faith.