Jump, then find your wings on the way down.
That’s my survival tip after existing for 35 years in New England.
There are so many things I will miss. The fall foliage. The picturesque and quaint towns. The funny accent that you could hear a mile away. Most of all, I will miss my friends. Some have already left the area, and I lost contact. Both old and new friends, I will miss dearly. They were my lifelines and there for me during some tough times. Life was not easy for me here. I never quite fit in until recently. Now it’s time to go.
So much to think about and so much planning to do. Leaving means confronting fears that I never thought I would encounter, and now I will.
Do you ever jump and hope to find wings on your way down? I do it all the time. It’s how I have survived life.