i wouldn't say i miss it at all like i used to. i would almost say i don't miss it at all, but there are little things like the convenience of family members close by, or the beach at night, or the way the air is that is specific to florida.

but it is nice to be able to keep all my memories on a shelf, page through them in storybook form and when i visit, have it feel more fantastic than it ever was, like one of those elaborate make-believe stories where you are provided with a sketched map on the first few pages of the book, so you can follow along your beloved travelers as they trek across the highlands or lowlands or dark territories or what have you and feel like one of the fellows yourself.

but these days i don't miss it at all like i used to--a year or so ago, which feels so long ago and yet so short a time, when it was all still fresh

and though sometimes the aforementioned free spirit frets over the very serious roots i am digging, and my flighty FLEE instinct is some days something i have to wrestle with

i think it's very clear that i am glad i got out

and so, i feel
victorious