Oh, I get lost in the thought of losing you.

Where's a better place to start than leaving everything behind?

It's pretty much the next chapter of my life.  In about five weeks or so--depending on the outcome of a few particulars--I will be moving from sunny California to [whatever the adjective] Utah.  Quite of few of my friends have responded to this news with, "What's in Utah?!?!" and to that I retort: I'm not too sure.

The truth is, my little brother and parental unit are now located in Salt Lake City.  I've struggled for the past several months with a number of life situations and I guess it all culminated into a giant mess complete with powers of defeat.  So, here I am--or rather, here I go.  Willingly, anxiously.

I'm leaving behind a place--a home--that I never thought I'd come to love.  For many a reason, I spent so much of my time here convincing myself that I couldn't stand it (and truthfully, there were a lot of times when I was right) but now, being forced to recollect, I see that it wasn't all bad.  Actually, I had some really fantastic times.  So here's a quick, abridged list of some things I'll miss:

• a great number of the people I've met, and all the good times we've shared
• going to a thousand concerts, all right around the corner
• the sound of the Pacific Ocean hitting the sand
• getting Lost in a specific Valley
• strange as it might sound, my tattoo shop (Aces High, Fullerton, CA, represent)
• the churches and places where I came to know God, for realsies
• almost-year-round sunshine
• and Disneyland, of course!

Quite honestly, I'm leaving behind more than I wish to account for right now.  A lot of loose ends, suffice it to say.  But it's important that I go, now, and see what's in store for me.  I'm hoping to take care of a few practical needs once I'm there: a job, a car, some classes, my own place again.  But I'm also anxious to begin a self-revival of sorts, one that involves a ridiculous amount of emotional and mental analysis, cleansing, and hopefully, improving.  I've made a lot of mistakes as of late, and I want to know that I've learned from them.  That being said, I've done a lot of great things here, too, and I'm looking to find a community of like-minded individuals willing to acknowledge both my stumbles and my strides.  Almost more than anything, I'm wishing to connect to my little brother more (he's now twelve) so I can be there in his self-forming next several years, regardless of the matter...

 I digress.  Who really knows what I'll encounter?  I sure don't.  But, Utah is my oyster.

And California, you've been a good home.

Love and Be Well,
Megan