Home, or is it?

This is the second time I came home from a bike ride across the United States. This time is much better actually. I have a home, a dog, a car, a resume. Last time, my brother and I had to rent a car since the car he gifted me, broke down in the middle of the desert. I’d say i’m in an actual great place.

I was laid off by my employer, I ended a long relationship and decided to be a single person. Beginning a search to find out who I am. I am 34 and almost 2 years with a different heart. I’ve spent the last couple of years, listening and following the prognosis to a T. This is the third time, I’ve built myself back to “normal”. This one is actually the most normal I’ve ever felt as an adult.

As a healthy adult, I need to be able to make the best decisions, in the best interest and perspective as ME. Not seeking or receiving input whatsoever from anyone other than who I chose to ask. I’ve worked really hard to return home, or normal.

I am not really normal. Not many people would be excited to be unemployed and recently going full time into creating the career and life, I have been fighting and working for my entire life, to call mine.