I have 9 months left until my release and I have to remind myself that 9 months is still the better part of a year. It’s been 10 years since I was locked up though and 9 months hardly seems like a blink.

My friends say I’m nesting, getting restless. I have to be honest, I don’t even remember life outside of prison. My memories are like fuzzy remnants of a TV show or movie I once saw. Sometimes I can’t tell if they are even real. My friends that have released say that it’s like hitting an “un-pause” button, everything just comes back, like it never happened. I am unable to imagine that, however, I accept it as truth, my friends are unusually smart and reliable.

I am looking forward to the adventure awaiting me though. I am nervous about what lies ahead, but nervous enough to be deterred. More…excited than nervous. I’m about to crush it, I’ve spent 10 years preparing for this moment where the rest of my life begins. Best believe I won’t squander a second chance.

With Love
Ruth