God, the future looked so different now. These were things I thought would never be my life. Instead of the direct line in front of me—a tunnel—my future seemed more like turning in a circle to find a road and instead finding only meadows and hills and mountains. So much to explore. No set path. I could walk and never step in the same spot twice. But, for some reason, that didn’t really scare me. I wanted to dream again.
