It's been over a week since I moved back to California, alone. It was a difficult decision to make, leaving behind a piece of my heart, a best friend, someone wonderful who I know will always remain in my life. It wasn't born from anything other than a need to live this life on my own terms and feel vital again, to have stimuli beyond what a rural town can provide. I need the California sun, I need to create things with my hands, I need to be near my family and my friends, I need all of the fast paced blur of the city. Flowers are good for a broken heart. I forage for things, I cut things from the garden, and arranging everything together somehow makes me feel like I'm putting all the pieces back together. It will be a while before I feel as warm and colorful as these flowers, but I am on my way.
It was sad to leave but it does feel good to be back.