I'll tell you. It's been a long road to get here. It all started two years ago when I was in my then boyfriend of three and a half year's truck driving home from somewhere one night. I was watching the moon and remembered back to my six year old self. I used to watch the moon, like every other kid, from in the car and pretend it was chasing us...popping out from behind trees, darting behind buildings. I thought about what that six year old version of me would say about my life now. What would six year old Meg say? I was pretty sure she would say, "Get out of that fucking truck. If you have to try and be happy, you're not happy."
I'm not going to attribute everything that happened after that to a younger version of myself, but I did get out of that truck. Three weeks later, I moved out.
The Seinfeld-ian train wreck of misfortunate things that have ensued since then is quite hilarious, and I've never been happier.