A friend of mine recently asked me if my four years of leaving “the old country” was worth it. I don’t know if she was just making conversation or trying to get me to be introspective or what. But it’s an interesting question, especially today.
Today is my fourth migratory anniversary. At this time, on this day, four years ago I left the USA and embarked on a relatively straightforward path.
On my journey I discovered that, when left completely in charge of my own life, I am fundamentally incapable of following a relatively straightforward path.