I had the best possible trip. Each part of it was perfect. I drove home today aware of feeling fuller, more complete, and more at peace than I have in a very long time. This was partly due to what happened while I was away. It was partly due to what I had waiting for me at home.

I don’t want to escape my life anymore. This is a very different experience from the one I had a year ago. I didn’t drive home sobbing. I didn’t drive home feeling like I was suffocating more and more with every mile I got closer to home. I felt sad that my vacation was ending. I felt excited about the days, weeks, and months I have ahead of me back home.

I don’t know what my life is becoming. I have a sense that whatever it is, will be great. It already is. Not every aspect of it, but enough of it. More than enough of it.

The truth is, I have become a happy person. This is a bit hard to get used to, but I’m willing. It’s happening regardless.