I always find my own way.

After I get this house fixed up and sold, my son and I are moving west. I have a degree in agriculture and I’ll have plenty of money saved to buy us some land, build a tiny house, a workshop, greenhouse and who knows what else.

It’s apparent the fighting in my country will not stop and personally, I can’t replace or rebuild the family I lost.

I’ve always found my own way. And where there wasn’t a path, I made my own. I want a life of adventure, grit, art, music and community. I don’t care about the labels or movements anymore, I just want peace.

The way the world is, I don’t know if anyone will ever love us or accept us. But at least I’ve never given up. I turned off my TV and experienced life in the face. I’m strong even when I’m weak.

I want a life working with earth, sharing kindness and compassion. I want my boy to love his life and trying to exist in this “normal” is really unhealthy.

I know it’s different for everyone, we’re each on our own path, but if I’m going down, it’s gonna be on my terms.