My house is full of boxes, a super annoying way to live. I’m moving tomorrow and Friday, to Waynesville, to start PTA school on Monday. Its hard to wrap my head around leaving Flat Rock.
Last night I was at one of my usual Tuesday night haunts and we saw a local bartender we know and a bunch of other people we know getting drinks because she had just gotten married. This morning I ate a gigantic blueberry pastry at the bakery before work.
I’m going to miss this place.
Its the first time I’ve moved without running from a place or a situation. Usually when I move, its sudden, its rapid, and its because I can’t handle something. But this time its for a good cause, and let me tell you, that’s so bittersweet.
The things I needed here I’ve gotten. The healing, the learning to trust again, the growing confidence. Flat Rock worked it’s magic and I’m ready to get back out there. I’ve learned a lot, mostly about protecting myself and that it’s ok to say no, and how to get and give love.
I’m so surrounded by love its hard to believe that I spent any time chasing love that didn’t want me. I’m surrounded by it right now, drowning in it. I’m going to miss being so close to all my loves, but I won’t be that far really. Instead of the breakfast parties and trivia nights, instead of spontaneous brewery bike hopping nights and short loops, there will be camping trips, parkway dinners, and study sessions.
To all my Flat Rock, Saluda, Greenville, Brevard loves: Thank you. Thank you for loving me when I didn’t love myself, for believing in me when I couldn’t, for reminding me that I’m smart and talented and good things happen to people like me. You have taught me not only what unconditional love is, but also how to give it.
Enough sap. Cheers to new chapters and new adventures.