Chapter 1: Turning Points

Can I request a fresh start? A reboot? A chance to begin anew?

On June 21, 2022, after enduring a tumultuous period, my marriage was coming to a close. Although the legal separation would take time, I found myself leaving what I once thought was home. This wasn't an easy decision.

Due to financial constraints and the absence of help, I packed my belongings meticulously, sending them one box at a time to my son’s residence in Nebraska, my new destination. The only funds I had were from a small inheritance shared among my siblings and me after my father’s passing. My plan was to stay in his finished basement while searching for employment and a place of my own.

Was it merely a coincidence that this life-altering event coincided with the Summer Solstice? Litha? The faerie’s day? Probably not. It was also the day I decided to quit both smoking and vaping, going cold turkey. A new life awaited as I boarded my flight.

The airport was filled with awkward embraces and grandchildren who recognized me but were unfamiliar with my presence. They had spent four years abroad in Japan, and despite two brief visits since their return to the States, we had yet to establish a bond.

A week later, on June 28th, eager to connect with my little ones, I joined them in their front yard for a game of red light, green light. Unfortunately, I stumbled and fell—hard. The impact was severe enough that both shin bones in my right leg fractured. I distinctly heard the snap, and the only solution was the insertion of a metal rod in my knee and ankle.

Strangely enough, this injury fostered a deeper connection with my grandchildren, who showed genuine compassion and wanted to be near me—talking, sitting, and simply being together.

Three months later, still on crutches, I began training for a new role as a credit card specialist at a local bank. Despite being on crutches for six months, I attended eight weeks of on-site training before transitioning to a work-from-home arrangement.

Just three months into my new job, I secured my own apartment for the first time ever—truly living independently. I filled my space with furniture I loved, and my family and friends generously gifted me essentials like pots, pans, dishes, towels, and appliances to help me settle in.

Beginning in January 2023, my grandchildren, with whom I had formed strong bonds, started visiting on weekends. Together, we baked cookies, made cupcakes and cheesecakes, cooked dinners, and engaged in various crafts. We decorated Easter eggs, created dream catchers, played with temporary tattoos, and enjoyed countless activities.

In 2023, we celebrated Christmas together. I renewed my lease for 13 months on my apartment, received two promotions at work, and then my son and his wife announced their divorce and impending move.

Moving away.

My job prohibits employees from working more than 70 miles from a bank location. I had just signed a 13-month lease. I simply cannot go.

1. Cannot. Go.

They sold their home on Wednesday, with their departure set for May 24th. On that day, they’ll leave in a U-Haul, and I will remain here in Nebraska—utterly alone.

Though I have cousins in Lincoln, I haven’t seen them since arriving here. I’ve made a few friends at work, but not many. In nearly two years, dating hasn’t crossed my mind, and I’m not inclined to start now for several reasons.

Perhaps next year, I can reunite with my family in Kentucky. Although I’m advancing in my career here in Omaha, I would prioritize family over all else. Now that I have gained valuable skills, securing employment elsewhere should be feasible.

My mind constantly wonders what the next steps will be. I’ve been exploring creative avenues on social media, but the urge to write is becoming increasingly strong. The Universe is calling me to share my story—about life beyond 50, the journey of the soul, health and beauty, the ocean, an autobiography, or even romantic fantasy fiction. Just write.

And here I am, the long-lost wanderer, finding my way back home.

My presence here will likely evolve from what you may have known if you’ve followed my journey. While I will continue to produce articles of a spiritual nature, I anticipate sharing many first-person narratives as well.

I am heartbroken that my son’s family is leaving, yet I remain grateful for the blessings I have. It’s a beautiful world, and I’m ready to embrace it wholeheartedly.

This is my transformation. My fresh start. My clean slate.

The first video, "Louis Armstrong - What A Wonderful World," captures the essence of finding beauty in life despite challenges.

The second video, "Louis Armstrong - What A Wonderful World," serves as a reminder of hope and the wonders surrounding us, even in tough times.