the new swagger

I walk with a swagger now, I swear to god.

I don't walk far, but whatever distance I am able walk, it's with a little swagger in my step.
No longer do I walk like a confused nonagenarian who's frantically searching for her "sea legs."
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I'm having some good days and some bad days. But even in the sometimes-grim chaos of being "hotel-homeless," getting rid of most of my belongings, and figuring out what to keep and how to pack up the rest, it's already worth it.

Even just the swagger, the stand-up showers, and the bits of extra brainpower make it worth it.
(Remind me of this on my next really bad day, m'kay?)