Sometimes things get out of control and become to much to bare. Growing up in a small city surrounded by the same faces can definitely make you feel like your stuck. I had gotten to that place where I needed something new, a new town, new friends, new job and I was determined to get out. A new location meant a fresh start and luckily for me I had family and a place to live when I left. I remember the day I packed up my Jeep, everything I owned in the back seat. I was so excited to go but saying goodbye to my family was probably the hardest thing I ever had to do. Pulling out of the drive way I remember my dad saying to me "You know you don't have to go" and he was right, I didn't have to leave. I could of unpacked my things and stayed right there and no one would of said a thing. But what would staying get me? I had outgrown the city I was from, leaving was my only option.
On Interstate 95 heading South, I had so many mixed emotions with $180 to my name I started thinking about everything I was leaving behind and if this was really the right move. I knew I wanted things to be different, but how could my life change when I still had all my baggage with me. 12 hours on the road and I arrived at my destination anxious to see what this new city had in store. It didn't take long for me to adapt to my surroundings and before I knew it I was back to the same old routine, working, partying, shopping and making friends with people who really weren't concerned about me. I was in a new city but found myself still dealing with the same problems. I thought relocating would change everything but it didn't, things actually got worse. I moved from home with the hopes of gaining a brand new life but instead I ended up losing everything. I had no friends, no job and the guy I was dating was no good smh go figure. I was right back where I started.