Well folks, it's official:
I'm moving out to Florida.

It's strange, I've never been homesick before in my life.
Growing up, I was the kid who never cried when their parents left them at overnight camp.
Whenever I left for trips my parents would ask me 'are you going to miss us?' and because I couldn't lie, I would just smile and shrug my shoulders. I guess that's why I was so willing to move half a country away a few years back to peruse my dreams in comics and illustration. When you start to forge your own path, it becomes a little more personal to you I suppose. I established friends and acquaintances here, all on my own. I gained reputations and recognition that reached farther then I had imagined. I grew and learned a lot in a very short amount of time. And without a doubt, established some of my most memorable... Well, memories here.

But now that I've done what I came here to do, it's time for a change in my life. Going down the list of my future plans, I found that the first few on the list where not going to work out for me just yet. I wanted to stay longer and make my way out to the big party that is the west coast, but I'm a young girl with time to better my skills and understanding about things. No big hurry, is my point.

So here I sit google searching pictures and places in Florida, thinking about the constant sunshine and the ocean and the many many old people and Mexicans I'll meet. I'm slowly getting ready to sell some of my belongings around town, and I don't think it's completely sunk in yet that I'm leaving again. And for the fist time in a long time, I do feel homesick. I'm truly and honestly going to miss my friends and my life here in Minneapolis.

So here's to a new life and a new beginning, an adventure to see me through one state to another. Picking my self up and rewriting my dreams and goals, and whatnot. And something else as equally moving and deep. Wish me luck, because the world is a large and scary place, and I just might need it.

Your friend,
CBC