This Is No New Beginning

A few years ago, I thought that when they left, I’d have to become someone else. I tried to picture that person in my mind. Career Lady. Or maybe Writer Lady. Or Volunteer Lady. They all seemed too detached, too isolated, or too busy trying to fill my time with other people’s problems.

I had no idea, from inside my white picket fence existence, that I had already learned how to live in the world beyond our family’s front gate.