Despite the anxiety I had about moving back to Muskegon, Michigan, I'm having a great time. I would never have guessed I'd be here either. A couple of months ago, I had it all. Yet, in a matter of weeks, my
grandpa passed away, my fiance dumped me, I finished grad school, lost my job, and moved from my Victorian home three times ending up at my parent's house. For a while, I went numb. Now, I see opportunity.
I've got a good thing going on here. This may be the last
time I'm without responsibilities and can be a loose cannon. I'm using this freedom to party like a rock star, hang out at the beach, bar hop, stay out till the sun comes up, and sleep all day. I'm that dirty
punk lookin' fella on the old blue Schwinn you see around town. I didn't ask for this, but I will take it and push it as far as I can.
At some point, reality will kick in and I'll accept it graciously. I just have to adapt to my changing environment and get used to loved ones taking paths I cannot follow. Maybe it took all of this ugliness to help me appreciate how beautiful the rest of my life is...
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