Home again, Home again

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I find myself falling into the normal day routine pretty easily now that I can walk. I drive. I go to work. I go shopping and I pay my bills. I limp somewhat, and I can not run, but otherwise, I'm fine. I'm pretty much back to normal, and I mean this in all ways. I get stressed out when work is busy. I get angry at heavy traffic when I'm late. I get embroiled in all the same silly issues. My happiness fluctuates from moment to moment as it always has, and this bothers me to no end.

It felt so wonderful to be able to walk again. My limp was more a swagger. At 5'7", I felt tall for the first time ever. I felt such confidence and happiness in the simplest of movements. I don't want that feeling to go away, not just because I don't want to be ungrateful, but because it felt so indescribably wonderful. It's only been a week, and it's already slipping. I wish I could hold onto it forever. Some lessons, I know I'll take with me. In some ways I'll be changed and, with hope, improved, but that feeling, I don't want to let go of. It's the feeling of completeness, self assuredness and calm that I've been searching for my whole life and, for a time, I felt it.

Imagine that.

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Soon I will change my number, change my e-mail, move from my home and leave no forwarding address. This must be done. It is simply the way it is.