Holy whirlwind.

Holy whirlwind. It's been one heck of a ride already.

I have finally found time to settle into a comfortable spot and put some words on a blank page. I've done myself a huge disservice by not finding the time to read and write recently, but when I'm not running around in chaos for my job, I'm squeezing phone calls with familiar voices or a little bit of shut-eye. I knew this would be a crazy year, but I certainly didn't see all of this coming.

It has only been a couple of months since I left the comfort of Bowling Green behind, but I have learned so much about myself and about the world since then. When I embarked on my journey, I expected it to produce such results, but maybe not so quickly.

If I've learned anything, it's that a little bit of fresh air mixed with the sweet smell of the caffeinated nectar most people call "coffee" is enough to make me feel at home again. I write this as I sit in an adirondack chair on a porch outside a rustic local coffee shop where gusts of roasting coffee swirl with the scent of unfinished wood. This might be my new favorite place in the world.

Life has thrown me a few curveballs, yet I have nothing to say but "thank you." I am continually surprised by the ways of the world, and I wouldn't have it any other way.