"I'll Remember What Was Written On That Wall"

My stoop.

I got to Fort Myers late on a Saturday night. I was starting work on Monday. I know one person here, in Fort Myers, David. He's my best friend's best friend. It happened to be his birthday that weekend, so he was having people over. He lives about 15 minutes from me. I was tired, and got in much later than I'd planned (go figure), but thought it'd be a good idea to at least stop by. Being new AND in a place like Fort Myers, known more to be a city retire, it was probably the best opportunity to meet young people, like myself.

So I'm guessing that all the young people in the area were all in his apartment. And with the exception of about three of us, they all worked for the same company.

I drove home as the rest continued their night. The road was pretty dark. There were hardly any street lamps, and other cars drove by just as sparingly. It was probably around midnight.

On the drive I was observing the buildings that littered the street as I headed back to my apartment. Burger King, Rita's, a wing place, Target..

Nope. I wasn't in New York anymore. Sure, there wasn't a Walmart, and Targets were tough to get to. But there were young people everywhere. And every kind of food imaginable could be delivered to your doorstep. There was always something to do. And some nights, we didn't even start until 12. And it could all happen as soon as you stepped outside.

I started panicking for a second. WHAT in the world did I just get myself into? Did I thoroughly think this through?

Regardless, I was there. And I was starting Monday.

A close friend of mine, Holly, asked me if it was harder to move to New York or from New York. At the time, I didn't know what to answer. But after thinking about it a bit, I'd definitely say moving back to Florida is one of the hardest and scariest things I've had to do.

Moving to NY was exciting. I had a purpose. I was going to school, and the whole thing was an adventure. Moving back.. meant real life. And reality is always scariest.

But as I keep saying, there's nothing wrong with being afraid. That's what courage is for.