Ripping your life down to the studs -- in one fell swoop walking away from your home, pet, possessions, routines and chosen path for life -- is a fascinating social experiment. It's simultaneously thrilling and terrifying, that blank slate that you've created for yourself.
Perhaps most comically though, the moment I lost all those things was when I started feeling like myself again.
When I was 10 or 11, I got glasses. I hadn't realized how poor my vision was up until that moment. But I vividly remember the drive home that night. Streetlights were no longer shimmering blurs, but distinctive, glowing bulbs. The world looked different: sharper, brighter, new.
Leaving home that day, with a single pink suitcase, again I had no idea just how badly I needed it, but the world was once again interesting, engaging and worth exploring.
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