2024. What a wild ride, eh?
It was the year of inconsistency.
The year that I maintained just as many bad habits as good.
It was the year that things were too heavy for me.
The year that I rediscovered my strength.
It was the year of not evading love.
The year of considerable loss.
It was the year I touched African soil.
The year I cried American tears.
It was the year of honest reflection.
The year I was yet again reminded that no imposter resides here.
2025. Welcome.
I am happy to have you.
I am happy to be back.
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