So, roughly three weeks away from saying goodbye to Florida.
I’ll be in a hostel for about a month when I hit Hawaii. It’s kinda weird to think about it.
I visited an alumni page for my old school and saw all these people listing their address as the same small town we all grew up in. I can understand the desire to stay for those that have a connection to the town, but I never really had that. Sure, I have friends there and I spent a lot of time just screwing about. But, I haven’t felt connected to it in a long time.
Honestly, thinking about it, I think I stopped feeling that New Port Richey was home to me when I lost my best friend. We were both new to the area and lived within walking distance of each other’s houses. We hung out all the time and forged a bond there. Late nights spent listening to music and riding all around the city in an old beat up car. Puking expensive alcohol all over his various bathroom floors. Climbing trees like little kids even though we’re supposed to be growing up. Talking out every failed relationship. I’ve known people longer than that who I never even got half as close to.
When that bond broke, that’s when it stopped being home for me. I think that’s why it’s so easy for me to leave.
I am now learning: I spent so much time focused on romantic love that I never realized the power of the platonic. Carpe vitam.