Every so often I dwell on the familiar, or, equally as often, the distant – romanticism. Each and every day it becomes more clear that this is my home; this is the life I've created for myself; these are the responsibilities I have to myself, and to others; this is what makes me happy. I am growing up, and I'm aware of that fact. I enjoy that.

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