I crossed the water back to Victoria this afternoon with a renewed sense of direction. The sun sparkled amongst the waves, the sea birds dove for fish, the houses perched on the island cliffs seemed more peaceful than ever.
Beirut was my soundtrack as I slowly started to formulate the beginning of a plan in my mind. A path that seemed slightly impossible last week is now sporting sign posts that point in different directions.
Maybe it is possible. It won't all be easy but I think I've found a sense of direction for the first time in a long time.
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