I'm not afraid of IED's, bullets, mortars.
Forgiving is not an easy thing to do.
Maintaining my dignity is so important for me.
Friendships that don't fit my life anymore have faded away, and new ones have come in.
I swung from one place to the next, sometimes backward, sometimes forward, capitalizing on my own momentum, knowing that at some point my arms—or, more accurately, my quivering bank balance, accessed through foreign ATMs—would give out, and I’d fall to the ground.
Because that’s the thing about the exact moment when you get somewhere that has required effort: There’s a freeze-frame instant of total fulfillment, when every expectation has been met and the world is perfect.