There and back again

This is it. I’ve always thought of it time and again, but I didn’t really think I’d actually get back to it, and with the intentions that I have now. It was a life I thought I’ve left for good, in exchange for something better. As I should have learned a long time ago, people think wrong quite a lot. So here I am, plotting out what will hopefully be my last stab at the cake, before coming back here to what the rest of the world deems as ‘normal’. If things work out, I’ll be back here before I know it, with my first real job, my own place, the whole shebang. I only hope what I’m about to do is something I could get back from in time. I’m scared, but I think I have good reason to be.

We all see it in movies, read about it in books. A band of old thieves/conmen coming back together for one final score—bigger than all the others. They always get screwed before the whole thing comes to fruition. I’m no thief, of course…but that kind of thing happens to just about everyone who goes, “Just one more time, and I’m done…Just this one last time.”

Okay, Old Life. Here’s to hoping you still work out as I remember when I left you. I’ll be seeing you soon.