Lost bets

When I left the Army and went back to college, I wondered if I was going to be able to adjust at all. Thing is, this wasn’t my first time having to relearn the basics all over again. The ways to act, the slight actions that can label you as either in or out, all matter.

I’ve been around the world, lived in a few places. Dodoma, Dehli, Lansing, Denali. Lots of lost bets, I suppose. But this time it was different, in the sense that I’d be returning to something that I , ostensibly, knew. Each time before, from country to country, continent to continent, had been to something new and unknown.