Date Published: April 30, 2025
I thought I would feel sad about leaving Georgia.
But I don’t.
I just feel… done.
Not rushed.
Not bitter.
Not overwhelmed.
Just complete.
This isn’t a dramatic goodbye.
There are no tears, no second-guessing, no longing.
There’s just peace.
And what I’ve come to realize is:
Closure doesn’t always come with sadness.
Sometimes it comes with stillness. With clarity. With knowing.
Georgia wasn’t a mistake.
It was a season.
And seasons serve their purpose.
I:
- Proved to myself I could live somewhere completely different
- Learned I could thrive in unfamiliar spaces
- Bought property that will support me for years to come
- Tried—truly tried—in my marriage
- Healed
- Grew
- And outgrew
I came.
I rooted.
I learned.
I lived.
And now, I’m unrooting.
Not because I’m running.
Not because I’m lost.
But because I’ve gathered everything this chapter had to offer.
The best part?
I’m leaving without bitterness.
Without regret.
Without emotional residue.
I’m leaving with gratitude, clarity, and ease.
And that?
That’s the kind of exit most people never get.
Six days left.
Not goodbye with grief—
but goodbye with grace.
Because I don’t want anything more from this place.
It gave me what it had.
And now it’s time.
So I drive forward.
Not heavy. Not broken.
But unburdened, free, and ready.
For the next horizon.
For the next version of myself.
For the life I’ve been building toward this whole time.
Uncharted Horizons begins now.
