Maybe

Maybe someday I'll see this place and have fond memories. Maybe I'll come back like all the little old ladies who want to see the rooms they lived in. Maybe I'll smile. But for now, I literally dread walking through that glass door, down the long hallway with the peculiar smell. My shoulders collapse in defeat as I turn the key and push the door open into a room that will only be mine for a few weeks longer. I will get through this. It's not the end of my life, just the end of a journey. A journey I am happy to end. 34 days, and I walk across that stage into a new journey. A journey that brings so much happiness. I. can. make. it. I. will. make. it. Because Jesus has a purpose.