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Deep in the Heart of Georgia

I’ve been here two full days now. My whole life burnt down to the studs and, almost surprisingly, I’m still here. I did not cease to exist. Am I happy?


I mean, my longtime relationship ended and that makes me sad. At the same time, though, I have this chance to start my life all over and do whatever it is that makes ME happy. For the first time in my life, I get to be selfish. Isn’t that terrifying?

There’s something comforting about riding the roads so close and similar to the ones I drove on just a few years ago when I was in college. I feel simultaneously young and old. All of my thoughts are alarmingly clear. I have so many things that I want to do and write and say. It’s hard to pick a place to start.

It’s crazy how close the sky is here. Everything is so green and alive. And you know what? Even though it’s already starting to get ridiculously hot outside, it’s good to feel the sun on my skin.

I might even get a tan.


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