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Post 5: A hop, skip, and a jump to a home away from home

I believe that an event in my life that would make a good poem, or story, would be the time that I up and moved everything I owned from Maryland to Georgia. Not knowing a single soul in Georgia and leaving everything I knew behind me, including my family and friends. The hardest part has been being 12 hours away from my family, who I was always fortunate enough to be close with. I saw my family as often as I could and now with a 12 hour drive separating us that has been  the hardest thing to cope with. I know people move all the time, but I also at the time was only 21 years old. There's not many people that I personally have come across that have made that decision. I am glad I did it and that is the reason I have stayed, I have met so many wonderful people and have met the love of my life. What more could I ask for?! :)

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