January 14, 2013
As I lay down for my last night on the top bunk of a prison bed… my last night on a plastic pillow and plastic mattress… my last night in a room full of women… with fluorescent lights and community bathrooms… I think about how this night snuck up on me.
I didn’t have a countdown like I did leaving prison. And I didn’t just sit around all day waiting for this day.
It’s almost like it’s just another day, except its not… it’s bigger. From now on I will be waking up in my own bed and making my own coffee. I can leave my clothes out and I don’t have to make my bed. (Which are 2 things that won’t happen… but they can if I want them to!)
I think about how far I have come and all I have been through! I think about the next step I am taking. It’s time to walk through this open door… both physically and spiritually!
HOME! FOR GOOD! Wow! I can hardly believe it is here! This is an exciting night! And I’m going to bed now so the morning will come sooner!