a short journey:

This weekend I took a drive down from Central Florida with my old friend Paolo to visit our respective friends in South Florida. Truthfully, we both went down there to see the same person (my very best friend Nicole), and we dedicated Friday night to going out on the town. Since our circle of friends were pretty similar, I ended up hanging out with my ex boyfriend who I haven't seen in a really long time. We all drank some beers, laughed and caught up and it was most definitely a lot of fun. I haven't laughed so much in gosh knows how long, I really miss those guys sometimes.
On the drive back Paolo and I got to talking about how South Florida really has nothing to offer other than the people, and only select people at that. Neither one of us could see ourselves living down there again and we were kind of put off by the fact that nothing ever changes back "home." Long story short, I'm thankful for moving to Orlando for a lot of reasons. Thought it's heartbreakingly lonely without a good circle of friends, the experience itself is fresh and new and promises a lot of change. I figured I was going to try and make the best of living in a new city, only because I know it won't be the last place where I try to grow new roots. I don't see myself settling, even if the warm and familiar want to pull me down.
OH, and later that night, I came down with tonsillitis. The very next day I had to cancel the ONLY job interview I've gotten since moving up here. The universe might, in fact, hate my guts.