The Lonely Road

I seem to use “Road” a lot in my blog titles. I live in small town Indiana. There isn’t much beyond roads and corn fields. Though, I assume no one actually reads these so it doesn’t matter what I call it or say. However, I have to assume someone I know just might read it, so best to watch what I do actually say.

Things haven’t been challenging as of late. If you read End of the Road, which was the rather abrupt end to my Road to Germany series, you know why. The unfortunate and unavoidable reality is that I have no idea what to do. And as a result, depression sets in. I feel very much alone.

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