You made it. You crawled through five hundred yards of foulness I can’t even imagine to escape your old life, but you came out clean on the other side. That’s what it feels like. It's day one. You broke free.  For years you endured it - the routines, the walls, the small talk, the quiet resignation. You told yourself there was no other way. But deep down, you knew you didn’t belong there. You were made for open skies, not fluorescent ceilings. And when you finally crawl out -