End of a journey

Today was the end of a long journey and the start of an even longer journey. It has taken more than a few years to get to a point where I can live with my wife, something most people take for granted. And K knows I've been homeless for a number of years before. Maybe homeless is the wrong word, maybe the word is 'in-between'. In-between nowhere and somewhere.

The Customs card this afternoon seemed to sum up my life to that point perfectly. It wanted to know the value of articles I was carrying and had two boxes.

One box was for visitors and one box was for residents but at that moment I was neither, I was in a strange limbo between the two.

Tonight though, that first journey ended.