Again, I am on the eve of another journey, one which will provide time for reflection, however brief, as I observe the location change as I move.

I’m not who I was even a few months ago. I have different hopes, different dreams, and a different sense of belonging. I’m going to a place that is different, yet the same, and have expectations that are similar, but different.

I’m not who I was – but I’m not who I am. Whatever I think I am, I seem to be different – when I give up, I have the strength to carry on; when I am over-ambitious, I discover it soon enough. I’m not who I am, because the me that is the present is not something that I can even surely say that I know, because when I go to act in accordance with myself, I find I do something different.

I can’t make peace with my past if I can’t even make peace with myself.

I’ve got a ways to go on this goal, but, better to understand the obstacles than to live in blind ignorance of them.