There are some stories that I have kept close to my chest throughout the years. Some that I really just knew that they would be better off not being out there or that they were somehow safer just with me. I guess I wasn’t ready to tell those stories or really come to do something about them. When I tell them and speak them into existence, they change. They change because whenever I write something down my heart ends up going to work on it. This experience of having moved away for the past three months has been an experience of a lifetime so far. I’ve learned more about myself than I thought I ever would, completely understand what it means to me to…