Someone once told me to leave the place you call home is to run away from everything that you stand for. And maybe they were right, maybe leaving is just a way to hide that your scared or hurt or just tired. But does it always have to have a bad outcome.
My mom and I ran away to Moab, and it ended up being a whole new life for me. One that I owe a lot of who I am today too.
I ran away from Moab and moved to st. George to become someone worth remembering.
And now the day had come where I will run away from St. George and go back home. To the familiar and un-judging safety of family and old friends.
So has running away made me a coward all these years, or had it made me stronger and more aware of my surroundings? I would like to believe the later. I would like to think that by my constant need for change in scenery I become aware of the constant need of change in heart.
So the end of one journey begins the start of another, less known, but still important move to shape my future.
Where will I run away to next? I hope it's somewhere that can teach me how to believe in myself again.
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