With my boy. With Jon.
Time ticks by, simultaneously fast and slow.
I breath in the crisp mountain air. I revel in the beauty. The way the light trickles in the morning, all sparkly through the pine trees. The way the sun sets in it's golden glory. Is this place heaven? It sure feels like it.
There's something about starting a new adventure that brings up every single doubt and insecurity. Then I read something or hear encouraging words from someone and I know this is the right thing. I can do this. Even though I am scared. Even though I worry about failure. Or loneliness. Or about my boy.
I can do this.