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Picking up from yesterday –
And then I went to JFK. That’s right – JFK. I used to get a lot of feelings there, as (even though I’ve flown into there a billion times by myself, and even with some other people) I couldn’t get sexual assault dude out of my head when I’d be there (as I’d flown with him there too).
But I was just hanging at JFK, no worries, walking freely. And then while on the plane (where I’m writing you from now), I saw something that reminded me of him. And for one brief moment, I was like, “Wait. Did we fly JetBlue? Or did we fly Virgin?” (I mean, I did quickly remember which one, but) I think the point is, all the details used to be so clear and SO present… So, the idea that I can forget those things – even if for a moment – is so great.
So, that’s a snapshot of my life.
My job is wonderful. School is great. My apartment is dope. Working out’s feeling good again. Friendships and relationships are re-strengthing. I (think?) I’m becoming a complete human again (still slowly in some ways, but I’m going in the right direction). And in many ways this is what I dreamed of the first time.
So, we’ll see where it goes from here. But goodness, we’ve spent a LOT of time in the depths of despair. And it feels good to be in the redemption. Mmmmm. Just wanna live in this day for a while. (And maybe I will!)
[This is from the sexual assault series.]