It was a beautiful day today in Charlotte but all I could think about was the other QC...Cincinnati. I miss my friends, hanging on The Hill, NsT, hoopin' with the fellas, or just laying in the grass in Mt. Storm trying to feel the world turn. I never said goodbye and that weighed heavy on me. I need to get back and tell my people how much I've missed them.
Wednesday, August 4, 2010
62 miles to the next rest stop
I knew it would be a while before I was able to post something again but I've had some time to take a breath and reflect on the last 18 months.
After a tumultuous year (2009) in Florida, I finally decided to let it go. I thought I would be there for a good, long time but it wasn't meant to be due in-part to bad timing (a crappy economy) and my inability to assimilate into the culture. Had it been one or the other I probably would have tried to persevere but I'm too restless to be complacent; I let too many good years go by in Ohio to make that same mistake again.
Earlier this year I made the move to North Carolina and it felt right. It still does. My experience has been positive and I'm having fun again. All of a sudden each day is a blank canvas to fill which I haven't had in a while and I'm far more craftier than I used to be.
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