BANGARANG

For the longest time, about five years, i’ve considered “this” to be a transitional state. A place to rest, no rest is to permanent a word. A place to lean against while on my way back to Richmond. A place to be rid of and a state to cast aside AS SOON AS POSSIBLE.

Tonight, it hit me.

This is no transitional position. “This,” is my life. I May go back to Richmond. But i’m not missing it like i used to. I’m moving on. I’m building a home here. I hate it and it’s scary. And i still loathe this area. Northern Virginia is a concrete spaghetti bowl full of bitterness and meanies.

But it’s home. I have a good job. I have a place to live, and could potentially move on my own soonish. My neice is here. My family is here.

i am here. and i guess Richmond can wait.

i wish i was biking down this road. i miss late night and early morning bike rides through the tree canopies of the fan.

i miss. seems those words are coming up a lot lately.

but i have new beginnings to celebrate, and new memories to be made. moving forward is the only way to touch the future.

and i’m reaching out.

cobblestone of rva, i’m working toward you….don’t pave just yet.

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