So I find myself here again, with a car mostly packed and new destination.
To be sure, I’ll definitely miss Portland. I’ve been here just over 7 months, and have found myself adjusting well to the lifestyle of the PNW. Strangely, I find myself quite happy with my collection of wool socks, stretched out comfy hat, and insulated hoody. My sister got me some fingerless gloves to add to the collection, which will have limited use in the south. I’m a bit disappointed by that.
My mission now is to finish school and make some major changes in life. It’s a strategic decision, brought upon by some future economic opportunities I see coming, as well as a need to be close to family. And a need to have some sunlight during winter.
It’s been a tough decision to make, having put me through a week of agonizing soul searching and decision making before finally allowing myself to commit to it.. but here I am, moving back to Little Rock.
I told myself and others at one point that I couldn’t see myself ending back up there, but time changes all things. It’s a means to an end of some things I want to do, and gives me some permanence and stability while I do them.
I’m leaving tomorrow morning, and I’m excited about it. I’ve got a new camera, new destinations, and an exciting array of opportunities.
