So, I have been searching to find myself since birth. Thirty-nine years and a couple of months… maybe some days, too (about 4). Today was an “a-HA!”, whack-across-the-face kind of day where realizing that “searching” is actually “living” and me-myself-and-I have just been part of the entourage this entire time; ego was just too busy with herself to bother noticing.
So. This is me. I love you. I love me more, but that’s because I love you. You’ll get it one day.
Welcome to our home.