Walking home at dawn after the graveyard shift at some university – with my headphones blasting, carrying my laptop like a schoolbook – is probably not the smartest, safest, or most feminine thing to be doing. But I’m not there *yet*
Whatever. I’m exhausted. I did not think it was possible to be this exhausted. But it doesn’t matter, I’m excited. Stuff is getting done and I’m at peace with myself.
Strangely, I’m not depressed. I haven’t been depressed in a month. That shatters every record, ever.
I feel like I’m going somewhere; being myself. Even though it’s only apparent to myself, that’s good enough for me.
Then my friend from college called me back, the one I told I was transgender and regretted. He called me! Everything is completely cool. And I am so happy about that.