The wind gently
caressing your face.
The same wind that
follows my feet.
Oh, how I wish my feet
were resident to the path
set out before me.

So much has happened already-- I went into court October 27th, speechless as of what was to come from my respected adversaries. Truly, God could not have morally justified my case. If the family was willing to live with their lies to condemn me, than so be it. I know that in time, truth of certain accusations will eventually be revealed. Unfortunately, my ownly thanks is for a corrupt attorney that I had no choice but to hire. If what he says is correct, I would've spent no less than 11 months in jail, and have up to a 2000$ fine, with a criminal record and be labeled as a sex offender.
Yet these adversaries of mine had no proof. How could I be accused of rape when I am still a virgin, (and to my knowledge, she should be as well) and accused of stalking because I left a birthday gift on their doorstep. I often wonder if I'll ever truly understand the weight of the world. I can't afford to have taken it to a jury trial, and to be quite honest, I couldn't afford court that day when it was at the expense of setting me back almost 1000$ and that much longer from moving to WA.

I've been here a week now; and not a single day of it was my intention entirely. I was planning to have moved away from Tennessee within a week from that date in court. Yet, my grandparents show up out of nowhere on vacation, and decide to pick me up that morning right after court. By myself, I had no more than 2 hours to pack everything I decided I wanted to keep, and only hope they had enough room for it all.
On the same day, riding in the car, hundreds of miles away my new home, I overheard on the radio that the president signed the haters crime bill. Truly, I've begun to question God's plan on Earth.

While I was still in Tennessee at the time, I had run across a few certain people I had hoped never to see again. My real father, and my grandparents. Eventually, I found out they've known my place of residence all along despite me trying to hide from them. I have no other to thank for that, than my own sister. I can no longer tell anyone publically where I live, out of fear of being found again.

For the most part though, it's been a trip living here. I can get around alot better, and have more access to work than ever before. Already found a church, and spot on without it's pastor even knowing my situation, points me out of the crowd and tells me I need to be quick to forgive. And so I have forgiven my parents, my adversaries, my sister, and even my corrupt attorney. Just not forgotten, so I'll not become like them. So far, since I've been here, went with a few locals to a golfing tournament, which was incredibly fun despite getting 5th place. Soon, I'll have my license, and then things will really be on the move forward. And right now, that's what it's all really about. Moving forward.