Every time I tell a friend that I'm moving, I feel like I let them down a little
that they may think they weren't enough, or I can do better
The hardest part about changing everything is affecting other people
I love these people, I do
There are things that come by during this process of disconnecting from this place: a past crush, a roommate, an ex-coworker, a new friend
it's like the immediate feeling you get after you jump off of a cliff - you know you'll be fine, but an instinct of yours changes your mind about the jump and wants to worm around to grab the ledge for safety, and redress.
But I persist.
That once upon a mountain top, where I feel most at home and myself
this decision came about, to stir shit up and get what I need out of this age
The decision to stop being side-tracked during this life because my heart is elsewhere. To go find my heart, make peace with it, and then come back to the life I knew, or a new life, and be there.
This, I am doing for myself. After years of making other people my priority (un-regretting), I'm escaping alone, me and this large universe, to hash it out. The same universe that would throw a bear in my path, just to make sure that past the bear is where I really want to be. This time, the bear is a southern gentleman who has wooed and courted and won my affection. But a determined traveller, with a heavy backpack, does not look back.
Here I go, plugging my nose with my fingers, eyes squeezed tight, with a big goofy smile
