Closing Thoughts

Ay Dios, mira el reloj. It's almost 0300 EST and I'm not tired anymore. I sleep better in the afternoon anyways.....

Although I didn't really want to visit, and I've been whining about going home (privately, as I have learnt some tact), this visit to Orlando has been really healing.  There's so much abuse and trauma that occurred in this place, so much Hurt that I've associated with Orlando for so log.... and I've grown so much the eighteen months since I've last visited. I honestly don't think I would have lasted as long as I have without the amazing loved ones and support network I've developed in the PNW.  Keeping in touch with those folks during this visit has also helped remind me that this trip has a beginning and an end.

Tuesday's adventure to Wekiwa Spring State Park was most definitely the biggest leap down the path towards healing.  Being back in the cut, with sand under my feet, Sun on my neck, and palmetto and pine trees and all the the bugs I hated for so long.... It reminded me of those Summers before things got really rough, when I'd spend literally the entire day outdoors wandering through the trees and come home at dusk, sweaty, dirty, and wishing I was back outside.

It was like I found little Mo, who's been lost in the brush for almost 15 years. I've got her hand, and this time we're both leaving this place behind, together.