Slowly my depression lifted and I carried on with getting to know the city.

Over the next few weeks you showed me how to study people, how they walked and talked, what they wore and I realised I could be anyone I chose to be. I was free from the history I had in my hometown and was now a fresh white page.

Even though my optimism’s wings were still drying, I was starting to write about things future rather than things past.
I was creating what hope could look like to me.
I was still lonely and you got me out of a few unpleasant situations but for the first time in a forever time, I felt like I was moving forward.