On the morning of October 13, 2001, I left my sister's apartment in Boston. I gassed up my black Cabrio convertible and headed west.
Ten years ago today, I started my cross-country road trip -- the one that followed the end of my marriage and kickstarted the rest of my life.
I couldn't, didn't, foresee where I'd be a decade later. Here, on October 13, sitting in a darkened home office in my house in Napa, barely able to keep my eyes open long enough to cobble two sentences together. My husband is downstairs watching ESPN and doing dishes. Both of my kids are asleep. I have just closed my work email for the night.
I am utterly exhausted, but that's okay. Because I'm bone tired from living -- really living -- a life I couldn't even picture ten years ago.
I'm really happy to be here.