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?! :)
Life is like an elevator, On your way up sometimes you have to stop and let some people off. I really like this metaphor, because it is true. Over time there are so many people that come and go in our lives. Things happen, people grow and drift apart, while new come together. But, you cannot hold on to the ones that you have drifted apart from, or that are holding you back. Letting go is how you grow!
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