Meandering is the easiest way to find me. Living vicariously through others as I hide behind the fact that I don’t know who I am. Often it is easy to latch on to the people closest to you and absorb every inch of their life to falsify one of your own. At least, that’s what I did until I met him. He knew exactly who I was before I could and led me through the winding course that is life until I found out who I was. Now I’m here, writing about the very thing I was searching for: myself.