Wow. Came to a hard truth today. That breaking up with Dan messed me up more than I acknowledged. And there was more to those three years of singleness in Cleveland. Not that there was something "wrong" with me, but that I really wasn't ready to like someone yet. And something about getting the hell out of Cleveland changed that. Turns out all this time I thought Chris was the one freaking out, it was really me. And that little shoulder bag I thought I was carrying around is actually a full-sized duffle.