I will admit to the fact that I didn’t cry 10 days ago when I left PR.
My grandma cried.
My lil bro cried.
But I didn’t shed a tear.
For those of you who know me- in fact, everyone who knows me were taking bets on Twitter that I would cry upon departure of Puerto Rico.
I felt my eyes get a bit glazed over with tears.
However, not a single drop rolled down my cheek.
I will admit now that I cried today as I left Nashville.
I feel a little silly writing that.
I didn’t want to leave my Mr. Land even though I was going to be staying with one of my best friends in the whole wide world.
Her scratches and bites just let me know she missed me too.
And it’s not that I didn’t want to come to Fayetteville, because I’m very happy to be here. Truly. Just… a little part of me wished I could have remained in Nashville forever and always. I loved it there and it was amazing to have that time with my Mr. Land. Its not like I won’t be seeing him in about a month or less.
I couldn’t help it that I cried.
So I think I’ll just hug my cow tonight and just let it all soak in. I think I’m still processing and need time to settle in and build a new routine along with my new life. There are a whole new set of goals.
Goals that will take me back to Nashville.