create their own history within its walls.
Ahead lay Richmond, Wilmington, Carolina Beach—and beyond those geographical markers, a future unencumbered by expectation or obligation.
A future entirely my own.
For the first time in decades, the road ahead felt not like an extension of established patterns, but the beginning of something entirely new.
Monday morning found me in Wilmington, North Carolina, awakening to the distant sound of seagulls and the gentle murmur of waves.
My hotel, situated along the Cape Fear River with views of the Atlantic beyond, offered a
