I love that out here, the air is fresher and things are much simpler.
People are friendly and they accept you for who you are.
I like being here. My mind is clear to think about things.
It's all really new. And I haven't quite wrapped my head around it. Part of me is still waiting for the bubble to burst and I'd wake up realizing it's only a dream. Another part of me is revelling in the moment. I love that despite being me, it's still all good.
How long will it last? I'm scared to think about it.