Solo (Reprise)

I started writing this in New York, and I’m finishing it in Little Rock at River City. I wanted to stay in the moment as much as possible while I was there. I could look out of my window at the Flatiron District forever if I could. The day after I came back, I felt that Arkansas could never truly be my home anymore. This can’t be it. This is where I've grown, but this isn’t where I’m supposed to be.

You see, this is what happens when I say, “I’ll write at home.” Weeks have passed, and it’s the new year. I have already moved, and in a couple of days, I will be attending advanced military training. Walter and I are adjusting to our new city, our temporary home for now. The day is January 24, 2023. I am sitting at a new coffee shop. This one has a different feel than River City. This one actually feels like Blue Sail to me. This coffee shop is on the outskirts of downtown, kinda sorta like River City.

FROM DRAFTS: DEC 2022-JAN 2023