I am Sang. Aren't I? (On Hold)

Finally Free, Finally Me.

I am officially now Sang Sorenson. No more pretending, no more Sam or dressing as a guy. I am an 18 year old female, who just so happens to have bought a nice apartment to herself.  I am free to be the me I was forced to forget for 18 long years. 18 years of confusion and unanswered questions about why. Answers that to this day I still haven't had the liberty of getting but none of that matters now. Because now I am a legal adult living in my own home by my own rules. 

I look in the mirror to a body of another. This person is not me. It is me, I remind myself. I shake off the thought, look down at my chest, unbinded for the first time in years, and throw on a shirt and a pair of jeans. I walk out of my new barely unpacked bedroom and through my apartment which is in a similar state. I grab my backpack and keys and leave, checking the lock 3 times just to be sure.

I walk down the corridor hoping nobody appears ahead of me. I make it down the first flight of stairs unnoticed before turning the corner and running straight into a brick wall that grunted. Well at least it felt like a brick wall but my relatively limited knowledge of building materials dictates that brick walls aren't supposed to grunt.