Three Months.

Funny how three months ago I had no long term intentions of putting down my razors for good. Africa was coming up, so three months ago I figured I should stop until Africa passes, then I will just start up again. One month passed. Then Africa. But this time I wasn’t so quick to go back. Two months. I realized this was the longest I’ve ever gone. Two months. 60 days.

Today is three months. I never thought I would be able to say that. And I never would have believed that I could feel the way I do know, like this is truly it, this is the first time I can think about my upcoming future and not have a razor be somehow involved.

So here it is. Three months. And the start of a new life.

kadi.

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