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| "Holy shit! You're going to do what?" I can hardly believe it myself. Move to Florida? Am I crazy? What I find most amusing about the whole thing is that no matter what obstacle I have come across over the past few days, my mind hasn't changed. I still want to move, I am still moving, I am going to do it... period. The fact that I am not allowing other people to change my mind simply means that I know what I'm doing, that I really want to do it, and that I feel that it can benefit my future.
Ever since I decided to take the bull by the horns (excuse the cliche) and do what feels right for me, new doors have opened up. I have made a few new friends and I have gotten two freelance editing offers! It hurts to move on and let go, and I will miss my friends... More than anything, I will miss Jordan, my beautiful redhead. Regardless, on the sixteenth of January, I am packing my meager belongings into my little Hyundai and driving off into the sunset. In every one of my books, my main character packs all of their things and drives away somewhere. Clearly, this is something I have wanted for a long time, and I finally have the chance to do it.
I have put in a few job applications, and I hope to get hired at the grocery store in Palm Beach working on the overnight stock crew. (And guess what! The uniform shirts and green, just like at Giant!) I know, I know... That was so funny, you'll have to laugh later.
Holy shit! I'm moving to Florida. | | |
| Tomorrow I fly home and next month I drive away. I am happy, very happy, but also very sad. I can't wait to get settled! | | |
| Today we went to Juno Beach. The water was very warm to this Pennsylvania-born eccentric, but frigid to my beach-dwelling friend. I dug my toes into the sand and thought about Nevada. Wherever I go, I like to take pictures of my feet in the sand, so that I can remember that I stood there once. So here we go... From over a hundred degrees in August in the Valley of Fire...
 ... to Juno Beach in Southern Florida on a breezy mid-seventies December day... 
The color of the sand is a little bit different in North Carolina... 
...and there are so many more stones on the beach at Lake Michigan...
The world is so varied in beauty. It never stops amazing me.
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It rained almost all day, but we went out anyway, and Chip took me to see some sea turtles at a museum near Palm Beach. Then we sat under a pavilion while it poured and talked about our stories. So far, we have enjoyed a number of beers together and spent most of our time writing.
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| The flight to West Palm wasn't that bad, even though I'm afraid of flying. It wasn't so scary this time around. I anxiously awaited meeting my best friend for the first time at the airport, and I must say I thought he would be taller. Trepidation marked my first day in Florida, and now my hands are shaking from caffeine. I am in love with this place, and I haven't even seen that much of it. From the porch of my friend's apartment, I can see palm trees and pelicans resting on wooden poles that jut from the surface of the water.
I am seriously considering moving here. This place is wonderful, the energy feels so good, and I am so far away from home... which is exactly where I want to be. | | |
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