Earlier this evening I said goodbye to H, finished throwing things in the car, made the usual wrong turn, and a few U-turns later I was heading east.
I have not wanted this day to come.
I have pretended that it wasn’t real and procrastinated until the very last moment.
I am excited to head east to spend time with my family, but I have left behind everything.
It wasn’t so long ago that I had a reasonably successful career at Microsoft, a beautiful home I could call my own in the best place to live on earth, and a beautiful woman that I planned to marry.
Tonight, I’m sleeping alone in my car at a truck stop.
What have I done?