Fort Lauderdale, FL
The sun was beating down on my face this morning, making it impossible to continue sleeping. Magic, the small black cat I found outside my apartment last night stood up and stretched beside me. I decided to get out of bed, make myself some tea, and start writing. I’ve kept journals throughout my time, but now I feel as if it is time to write more than just a few words in my journal. The time has come for me to write about what I know, and what I don’t know for that matter.
I woke up in my new apartment in Fort Lauderdale, Florida. It’s been awhile since I’ve been back to this part of the world but it feels like home. Actually, everywhere I go feels like home. I’m not one to really a miss a place too much. Rather I often miss the people I’ve met along the way. Sometimes I wonder if I will ever see some of those people again. Many have long since left this earth. From time to time I think about where they are and why I am still here.
I’m back in the Sunshine State, near the ocean, where I belong. This is my home for the moment. I need time alone to get my thoughts together and figure out what it is that I need to be doing. I have found that time spent alone is often when you learn the most. The Universe seems to place everything you need right in front of you. And right now, a pen and paper are just about the only things I need.