Goodbye Florida

It really is surreal that I have spent the last six years of my life in Florida. I can still remember the last night I spent at home when my mom and I cried our eyes out off and on for about 10 hours. I remember leaving and being so excited about what was to come, but scared to let go of the past knowing that things would never be the same. Now it is over, now I have completed college and graduated with a Doctor of Physical Therapy. It is cool to say that, but also so weird. I am 23 years old and I am done with school, there is no "next step" in education, there is no going back later. I have to again move on, well I get to move on. I think such a dramatic transition from high school to college has allowed me to look with excitement to transitions and change, because without them they are boring. I think surviving that transition and seeing everything work its way out and knowing that I am exactly where God wants me to be gives me the freedom to prepare for the next step with anticipation and excitement. It does not mean there is no sadness in leaving what I have known, but it does mean that I will not live wishing for the past. I am so excited to move home, I am excited to start working, I am excited to hang around my nephews, my old friends, and make new friends, I am excited to explore the outdoors (and am coming back for a new appreciation for free/cheep outdoor activities), and I am excited for change. My life has always gone according to plan, I planned on being a physical therapist since I was 8 years old... when people asked me what I wanted to be that was it. Well I have done that, now what. I think now is when the fun begins. I love to plan, but my plans have always typically been somewhat set... school. Now I know what the next two years hold... paying back loans. But after that, I have no clue.