I'm sitting on the couch in my new place. It's something so simple that it feels major.
I finally got a place for myself.
I'm thirty, living alone, and ready for a new beginning.
I get to make my own rules. I don't need to report to anyone.
It's time for me to fly free.
To run with the wind and feel my feet lift off the ground.
I'm going to spend this winter writing, creating, and playing.
I'm on my own, and I'm going to make the most of it.