It all repeats again. Six years were spaced between my first time in Tallinn and my most recent arrival. When measuring out how much I have changed, that solo voyage I made on my 25th birthday is as good a place to start as any. My daughter was still just an infant at the time. I remember walking through the streets of the old town looking for something to bring home to her. The small handmade wool coat I bought is something she still gets to wear, on the rare Florida Winter days. As much as Cal has grown, I feel like as a person I have grown right along with her. I miss her so much. As I sit here on the verge of becoming a father again, I am sad to say that I find too many similarities between when my first child was born and today’s times. Right now I struggle almost daily with thoughts about what happened this past summer. Writing in this blog is the only time I have brought this up, since I stopped going to a counselor in July. To me it feels counter productive right now to bring it up with anyone in my everyday life, so for now, I write. I’m a different person than the 25 year old version of myself. I look at the bright side of things. Things are bound to get better. You’re gonna find true love. And start up a family. I think this time around, things will not repeat themselves and I am much more driven towards taking care of the right things. There is no “why me” because I am totally confident in the fact that I do the right things now. Fathers have to.