Last month I was a day away from breaking. I was tired. I was so tired. The nomadic lifestyle was wearing me down. I just wanted a place to come home to. A keyring with a key on it. A closet to hang my clothes In and not a suitcase ... Plants to water. We met when I first started my nomadic journey ... He watched me grow, he watched me suffer. He watched me be fearless and he watched me make mistakes. He's been watching over me and I'm so grateful. It's really nice to hear those words "im proud of you" I'm proud of me, too. :)