A Revolution Perhaps

I sit here in Killeen, Texas, in my boyfriend's apartment, with thoughts running through my head. The end of the 30-plus-hour-long trip from Maine to Texas came last night around one in the morning. Bear, my boyfriend, flew up to Maine to make the trip with me- and then got up this morning and went to work for five a.m. He's going to sleep like a baby tonight, no doubt. Life has been a rollercoaster ride lately. I lived in Georgia for a few months after the x asked for a divorce. I left Georgia a couple weeks ago, went to Maine briefly. I loved Georgia, but too much has happened and things got a little crazy while I was there. I learned a lot about people living there. Texas was a a pretty impulsive choice, but I don't think I'll regret it. I came to a lot of conclusions and understandings within myself recently, and really needed to start over in a place where my past wouldn't constantly haunt me. Here's to dancing on a deserted beach in the moonlight, and all the lessons and knowledge pain and anger have to offer us. Here's to silly notions of romance and glimpses of dreams in reality, even when they crash at your feet. Here's to the nights we will never forget and the days we never want to remember. More than anything, though, here's to the future and all the hope and promise it brings with it...