packing

Once again it is time for me to pack up and move to yet another home. This time atleast I will be headed someplace extremely familiar as Rocky and I will be moving in to live with my folks in my childhood home as we finish preparing for our wedding. I love that house so much. Even though my parents have altered nearly every room since I moved out almost ten years ago...it's still home and I love it. But that's not what i wanted to vent about now.
I'm packing all of the things that I have collected since moving to Miami nearly two years ago and as I filter through cards and trinkets that I have picked up and held on to for one reason or another I am brought back to remember good times here. Isn't it true that you don't know what you have until you lose it? That's how I feel about Miami. For nearly the whole time that I have lived here I have tried to plot my escape and keep myself not feeling at home. But it happened despite my best efforts...Miaimi became one of many homes for me. It's hard to say goodbye...once again. I can't express how much this time has forever changed me. I have been streched in very uncomfortable ways, but have found myself more flexible than I ever imagined. I feel like Miami is the school yard bully that I finally made friends with and now we eat lunch together and share our snack packs. After a few good beatings we had bonded and now we share intimate moments together that will never be forgotten. I will miss Miami...but mostly I will miss all the people that make this place so incredible.