Starting over at thirty-something

Thirty-five, I just moved back to Jackson after eight years in Atlanta. My life fell apart up there—a breakup, a layoff, a realization that I'd been living someone else's idea of success. I'm staying with my sister in northeast Jackson while I regroup. I want someone who understands what it's like to start over. Someone who won't judge that I'm living with family at thirty-five. I love being back near my people, I love the slower pace, and I want someone who sees the rebuild as courage, not failure. I'm figuring out who I am without the corporate mask. I want someone curious enough to meet the real me.