February 28, 1985. I’m looking out the
window of my room in treatment. Inpatient treatment. Two hundred miles from where
I was living in my folks’ basement. I have no home of my own. No car outside in
the parking lot. Twenty bucks in a change jar and that’s in the office. With my
suitcase. “You Ain’t Goin’ Nowhere”
(Dylan).
February 28, 2016: I’m straddling my
mountain bike on the trail along the river, looking towards that same window.
One mile from the home I own outright. Tonight, I know the answer to that
question: “The Best Thing You’ve Ever Done for
Yourself!” Hands down. No question. Beyond a shadow of a doubt. End of
conversation!
(How did I get here from there? See upcoming
Hockey Stick Graph II post.)
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