For the first time I wonder if there's really a place for me in this world or if I've got here by mistake.
I've spent most of my 34 years wanting to be somewhere else. And now even when I decide to calm down, life keeps changing the plan for me.
Will this next step finally be home?
Thirty-four. I can't believe I still don't have a kid. But sometimes I think is for the best. At least Today it seems a good thing. For the kid.
