here i am. new relationships, new life, new country.....i am struggling with becoming this person i envision. i believe in the woman i am striving to be, the one i retend is calling the shots and making hte decisions. but, she, misses her home, her city, and who she used to be. she is afriad. she is cautious and weary. she doesnt remember how angry she used ot be.
and this scares her. how different has she become? who was she before? how different is she that she cant imagine the girl who wrote all of those war stories, late at night, in the city that never sleeps.
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