One year in New Hampshire. A mere 365 days and I have completely transformed. A rebirth in every sense of the word.
When I arrived here I had one pair of worn-out sneakers, a falling apart car, and a heaviness on my psyche. I had no job, one friend here, and no real hopes for the future. I was lost and confused. Running away from the known and entering a world of mystery.
Now, exactly one year later, I can finally say that I am happy. Great job, wonderful group of friends, good running car, a few pairs of new shoes, and a great deal of affection. When I left North Carolina, I was an introvert...a hermit even. I had no friends there my age and rarely left my bedroom unless I absolutely had to do so. Now I thrive on being around people...even groups of people! I make people laugh, I dance randomly, I throw an occasional party, and I live spontaneously. I am looking forward to my future again and enjoying the present.
Perhaps this is the gift with which my mother left me. A lesson to live life to the fullest before it slips away.
If anyone had told me where I would be today, I wouldn't have believed them. I couldn't have at the time. But it is real and genuine. True happiness. And I am grateful.