Since leaving a full-time job, I've been experiencing moments of doubt and thoughts of 'what am I doing?' The effect of leaving a secure, structured environment in order to create your own story is both exciting but also nerve-wrecking, and there is no clear answer. No one owes you an answer, you have to work hard for even the slightest result. 

Since moving to Seattle, I've been wondering if G and I are right for each other. Or rather, if I am right for him. It's a sad question which I fear to probe into; it hurts whenever I reflect on the times when we don't communicate well or get along as we used to.