Been a Long Time Gone

Being gone applies to more than one aspect of my life. There are a lot of ways to be gone and I think I have been most of them.
I lost a large chunk of myself during a 25 year span. It was subtle. I didn't notice myself becoming the hole in the doughnut, but it happened. I gave up my whole life for another human being. Hindsight has proven to me that that is a terrible mistake.
I have once again moved on in a better direction. I have moved out of my fabulous penthouse (third floor walk up in the ghetto). I now live in a townhouse directly in the middle of the city that I chose to make my home more than 30 years ago. Life is going full circle for me and I now see opportunities forming before me.
Life is not easily regained at age 62 but I am trying to fly again.