So, I'm in Florida now, in case you didn't hear. I waited months and flew 3 thousand miles, and I must say that it was worth it. I love it down here, and at least at the moment I never want to leave(we'll see how I feel when it starts getting 90+ outside).
Despite all the distance I have traveled, very little has really changed. I find myself worrying/wondering/thinking about the same things, I find myself having similar problems, they're just farther away. I wonder what it is about leaving your home that makes you think that everything will change. I guess it is because it is a new start, a new thing, and if what you are doing is going to be new, I guess I figure that who I am will be new too. What's funny is that I think that everytime I start something new, and it has never actually happened. I wonder if I'm ever going to figure out that I don't change when my surroundings do. I probably won't, but at least I will always have something to look forward to.