By now I already know titles are not my forte. It feels strange to be back in the house I grew up in, especially all that has taken place the past couple years. I can tell right away I’m not the same person. Sometimes it makes me sad but at the same time it just means there are more new things to discover. Still, I get confused, tensely balanced on the top of a fence, going back and forth between starting over and trying to return to who I was. This is one of the moments in life where once you decide something, there’s no going back. I’m staying in this life, and I’m going to make the best of it. We don’t change, only external factors change us and it is up to us whether we lay down or rise and fight. Tomorrow I’m sitting my arse down and writing a story, even if it kills me.