In 74 days, I get a do over.. I get a life back I've lost. I get to Don Draper myself without the alcoholism or hiding my identity from my beautiful wife. I'm ecstatic. I'm not overwhelmed or scared. I feel overjoyed. I feel that weird word I never truly understand called peace. Not everyone will understand this decision. Hell, no one understands except probably Kristina. That wanderlust that just increases in our marrow with age. I feel like my truest self in this moment. Especially the sixteen year vulnerable Yellowcard listening side. Every part of me knows this is right.
In 74 days I am moving to Kentucky.
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