Things tend to fall to pieces before they come together. Then suddenly, the growing pains sprout new blooms.
My life has been and remains a testament to this cycle, and probably will be as long as I live, or at least, as long as I continue to challenge my own existence.
At the beginning of June, I turned 28, officially accepted a job offer, and began to feel at home in St. Augustine.
I think everyone who moves somewhere that isn’t their home and embarks upon an entirely new existence, goes through times when they love their surroundings, and times when they want to get the hell out and retreat, regardless of how things are going on the surface.
Happily, after ten months of feeling constantly back and forth, I can wholeheartedly say I’ve reached a breakthrough point. I still miss my family every damn day, but I am consistently feeling at home and at peace here in St. Augustine, more than I feel when I do return to my home town. This has resulted in a huge turning point for my pysche.