……I was preparing to move out of my tiny studio in Long Beach, CA back to my artsy and somewhat trying hometown.  I wasn’t exactly thrilled by the prospect (I mean, really, who is when moving back to a town where everybody knows your name?), but I was willing to be open to it and to accept any opportunities that came my way.
Well, long story short, a lot of shit happened to derail that sense of optimism. 
For the last few months, I’ve felt out of place and out of sorts, that I no longer belonged in my hometown for whatever reason. But while I have no real reason to stay here, I have no real reason to relocate to someplace else. All other locations I’d considered over the last few years sound and look just as good as any other place.
None of them stand out as being The Place.
As I mentioned to a close friend just a month ago, since I’m already here, I may as well embrace it and do what I need to do, to make myself happy, like pursue my writing and develop new skills for both personal and professional reasons. Eventually, the reason for me to go (or to stay) will reveal itself to me and I can move forward.
Until then, que sera sera.
It was only recently that I realized I had circled back to where I was, nine years ago. It seems like a lifetime ago and so much has happened since then. I am not the person I was nine years ago – I’m a little wiser, a little more cautious in who I let in, a little more reserved. If a door is shut, I’m content to let it remain so.
I’m also more willing to be open to new experiences and new environments, something I would generally shun, being more of an introvert than a social butterfly. However, I recognized that growth comes with discomfort, and so I found opportunities to stretch my boundaries, find what was acceptable and what was not. In the meantime, I was able to find my voice and speak up when my boundaries were not respected. This did not always go down well and I eventually found out what was true and what was not.
And this is a good thing.
 If you grew up in a small town and find yourself living there again, you’ll understand what I mean.
 It’s really boring, if you want to know. At least, it is now. Suffice to say, shit happened and I managed to wash it off successfully.