This is my third time reposting this post. The first was three years ago, on the eve of driving my car-load-sized-life from Atlanta to Los Angeles to begin graduate school. The second was two years ago, the day I left Uganda. And the third is now, seeped in the early pages of a new chapter.

Transitions have been integral to my life, and I’m starting to think they’re integral to life, period. Whether graduating from college, working through a break-up, or changing jobs, something of a healthy existence seems to imply that something of our stories is always in transition. It’s the way we’re wired, and certainly of the most meaningful ways we grow. That’s the good news.

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