Living in New England was stressful, and I did not realize it until I left. My days of extreme anger are few and far between. I am lonely, but it’s more my doing. The years of living in New England hurt me. I hated being around people. That’s slowly changing.
I am in a good place now. Who would have thought Texas would be good for me? But it has been so far. In New Hampshire, I hit a glass ceiling the moment I arrived, and it was downhill from that point on. Massachusetts almost killed me, and it would have had I stayed. In Texas, I can be me; no more twisting and contorting to fit.
For the first time in a decade, I can dream. There are so many opportunities floating around. I am active, learning new skills, relearning old ones and meeting new people. Thank you to those who helped me with the move. I could not have done it without you.
I am blessed to be where I can be.