When I was a child I was obsessed with circle stories. I thought the idea of events unfolding and going back to where they started was always interesting, yet impossible. I was taught to look at life in a linear way, with the promise that nothing would ever be the same, but here I am back at home, unemployed (by choice), with the same dreams and goals for my life I’ve had since I was 8 or 9. Circles are not impossible. I should know my name begins with one.