I came to an odd realization today...

That I don’t miss Clovis one bit. I thought I would, I really thought it would be so painful to leave that little butt-of-every-joke-city… But in all reality, I’m loving it down here. And I know, this fact depresses…. well let’s face it, when it comes right down to it, no one in Clovis is spending their summer days in 100+ degree heat mulling over how much they miss me. And I’m perfectly ok with that. I thought it would bug me, I thought I would feel depressed that people I’d thought I’d grown close to wouldn’t miss me because I was never extra important in their lives, not even for a little bit. I thought I’d miss many people, and maybe one or two would miss me. I never expected droves of people to be longing for me to return, and they aren’t. No one is. Why? Because I wasn’t me there. I am me here. I am so much happier here than I have been in awhile. This is where I want to be. I am excited for this stage of my life, I am thrilled at this change I am experiencing, and I’m not sorry I left. And don’t kid yourself, neither are you. This is a wonderful change. And I am so glad it happened to me. :D