I found this picture in my archives yesterday, it was taken in the western Mojave Desert several years ago. All I had with me was a disposable camera and it was near sundown so the quality is not great, but something about the grain of the photo and the strange tint appeals to me now.
I tried to get a little closer to the wild horses, but they were not having it, so I just stood and watched for a while. I have always loved horses, and I find wild horses so captivating. I don’t remember what I was thinking as I stood watching, but I remember being in awe.
I also remember this period of my life. I had been living in California for a few years and it should have been great, I should have been ecstatic, but it just wasn’t working. Somehow, the city that had transfixed me when I first arrived had taken on a cold and empty feeling. I thought about leaving several times, but I wasn’t sure where I wanted to go, so I dragged my feet and found excuses to stay.
When I was offered a job in Italy I knew it was time. Moving overseas to take the job came with a lot of risks and several people advised against it, but I knew in my bones that I had to take those risks. I am grateful everyday that I did. Sometimes I wish I’d had the courage to make a big change earlier, but then I might not be here, and this is exactly where I want to be.
“Your growing girl”.
Sounds like you have the right answers to some of your old questions! If not now then when? You made the right choice Erica. How many times does someone have a chance like that offered to them when they are looking for an answer?!?!? Keep writing.