Here I am waiting on platform one at Central Station, with the continued voice of the station announcer mingled with the laughter of small children nearby, the roar of traffic outside and the aromas of the various fast food outlets in the cathedral like departure hall. I see a young mother trying to control her two young children as they venture too close to the rail track, an elderly man is sitting on the bench, …showed first 75 words of 918 total…

…showed last 75 words of 918 total…passers by for a few measly coins. I can smell the freshly brewed aroma of coffee, and am greeted by some cheerful, smiling faces. I have reached my destination and know there is much that lies ahead of me as I begin the next phase of my life. No longer am I concerned about my future, as I was at the beginning of my journey. My rose in now shriveled but my dreams are not.