Goodbye, New Jersey. Hello, Montana.
A whole lot can change in twenty years. My stance against the invasions never have.
The first month with my new—to me!—baby, the first I actually like since my first car at age 16.
Trading in my jalopy Ford for a car I formally considered.
It’s been a year since I’ve fixed my first name change, to live with the name I’ve always wanted to be known as.
Either I get my passport in 3 months … or a rejection letter because I cheaped out on a new photo.