A year ago …
… I had never cut down a tree.
… I had yet to light a fire using the embers of the previous day’s blaze.
… I had never owed a pool.
… I had never hung my clothes on my clothesline.
… my youngest uncle was still alive.
… I lived in Freya’s house.
… I was still an apprentice.
… I had never worked out of town and come home on weekends.
… I lived in the city.
… I did not have a church I called “mine.”
… I did not own a grown up car.
… I was not yet brave enough to permanently cut off a communicating with a relative.
… I had never read the New Testament in one fell swoop start to finish.
… I didn’t have “happy” days.
… I didn’t come home after a journey, close the car door, look up a the stars, and sigh with contentment.
… I did not have a library card for the place where I lived.
… I did not have a +5 proficiency in fire wrap
… I had never covered a duct with pvc.
… I had never worked a job from start to finish.
… I did not have to go for physiotherapy.
… I was not as satisfied with my life as I am today despite the tragedies and hardships that have come my way.