How I would have laughed at myself 15 years ago. I realized how free I am...when I got the news. The news of marrow and blood. The tidings of a hope of a real life.
It was like someone lifted an anvil off of my shoulders that I hadn't realized I'd been carrying.
But where to build? Do I find a new city to explore, tapping cracks into sidewalks and creeping through neighborhoods? No.
But I will fly away. Make myself a new place all my own. Nooks and crannies, filled with items just for me.
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