To me you are the place where I grew up. The same house from being just a couple of months to nineteen years old. Yet, when I am there now, I do not feel like I am *at* home.

Home, is this a place that you live? Is it a person?

To me, sometimes, love, you seem to be illusive to me. That is, in reciprocity. Once I trust, I love easily. I give a large portion of myself. I make myself available, open. Yet, those things do not seem to be returned. I seem to chase you around, bargain for you, mitigate for you, beg for you. From so many…

So here I am on day one. I have had one cup of coffee today and the rest has been filled with chai. The idea isn’t to banish coffee from my life completely. That would be bonkers and frankly I don’t want to give it up.

Here’s the thing. I honestly believe that in order to truly take a leap of faith, it is completely essential to do it without a safety net.

If you are going to leap and you have the faith to reach the ledge opposite, why, pray…