Ah, Florida. I came to this sunny place without regret. My mantra for the past year has been all about kinetics: move forward, onward, and up. I always wanted it to be on my own terms, and I barreled into town without a job, or a place to live. I knew where I wanted to be, and with friends and some divine intervention, we made a life happen.
However, things beyond my control have found a way to push me back just as I was getting comfortable.
The warmth, the sun, and the sand will be replaced once again with the grit, tall buildings, and concrete.
I’m excited for what’s ahead, but I’ve never felt so sad about leaving a place.
Here comes another move. I’ll leave behind some newly acquired possessions, some trinkets, and lots of good intentions. I’ll pack new memories, stuffed in with the old lessons and take them with me. I’ll quietly surrender to where life is leading, but I will match every move, unchecked.
It will be good to be home, with the latest outlook. The anticipation of great things hangs in the air.
