It's funny, the last time I wrote on this I had given the impression that I was leaving for a live-changing journey into the unknown that would shatter my world as I knew it forever. And yet, I cannot say that this is untrue. But things never go as we expect them to.

Time and time again throughout the summer we tried to leave this city, not so much out of what we claimed, but by our desire to travel that felt unfulfilled and unacknowledged by the adults around us. We walked through many forests and never fully saw what we were looking at until something felt into place and we realized that the magic had been with us all along, that we did not need to leave our homes and our families to understand this.

Claiming warriorship is foolish unless one can see oneself past the eyes of the world who is only looking.
I am happy that I'm not leaving yet. There's something beautiful about leaving as well as staying, and that's the unknown.