I just looked at the calendar. Four years ago to the DAY I arrived in the UK.
I remember with painful clarity my harrowed plea at the immigration desk at Heathrow.
My whole life was ahead of me. The new life I chose.
And since then, I've worked for that life.
New career doing something I am compelled to do, which feels so right.
Marriage to the man I love and was compelled to never give up on, which feels so right.
I count my blessings today and give myself a bit of a pat on the back. I know how hard it was to get here. And I also know how easy it was too.
And today, Mark & I have the Big Flip charts out ... plotting our course and dreaming and conjuring up what's next.
Anything still seems possible.