TimeStamps

So it has been a month since I packed my things into storage and left Miami with only some clothes and my dogs in tow. I knew I wanted and needed to leave Florida, but I was still hesitant, mostly because of my family (grandparents and kids in particular) and my friends who although they are a select few, are essential to the person I am. But I left, I didn't get to say all my goodbyes but I think sometimes it is best that way. The few that I did follow through with, were either overwhelming or even more complex. If it were entirely up to me I would have wanted to just slip quietly out the back door and have it be it.

It's strange leaving your home, even stranger leaving others to live in it.  I battled with the thought for weeks, and even on the day of, I was still in some version of denial. I had moved through the days leading up my departure in a haze… refusing to accept that I was being guided and pushed in this direction. I had avoided Dallas for about 2 years, I insisted on having unfinished business in Florida, that I wasn't ready, or simply that I didn't want to just yet. A list of reasons and justifications and yet after that time was granted to me, I still came up short. I was unhappy, and was living in a state of "I don't care" or "what's the point", living moment by moment, taking things one day at a time, and not in a good way. And honestly still very unhappy. I had too many choices and none at the same time. So I figure the universe had had it. And finally, acted out and said "Cyn, I've granted you the time you needed/wanted to do whatever it was you thought needed doing here, but it time to go now… so go… there is no other choice."

So this is where the journey begins...