Editorial note: I’m not big on cross-posting, since I believe that you should keep fresh content on both venues. However, because of the appropriate nature of this post, I’m throwing it up on here too. Mainly because it’s a great backstory for why this blog even exists. I promise that I won’t do that very often… and if you’ve already read it over at the other blog then click that little button up on the top that says NEXT BLOG and keep going. KTHXCYA
Thus proving that you can go home again…
If you want to. But first you need to figure out whether you want to.
So, WOW. Yeah, wow. That pretty much sums up the last two weeks, pretty much. I’m still missing the appropriate words to actually say more than that… still trying to get my brain to accept the following heretofore unthinkable words:
We’re moving to Lakeland, FL
I know, SRSLY ZOMG WTF!!!!!! And, really, except for the whole eye twitch and facial tic that the thought of another (OMG I must be nuts) TN to FLA move, that’s about all I’ve been able to mumble. Ever since Monday. Ever since The Bob called, with the news that the unthinkable was not so unthinkable anymore. In fact, the unthinkable had at that moment become reality. Because of a job offer. A good job offer. Two states away. In a place I left 20 years ago.
Yeah, I guess it’s appropriate to add at this point that Lakeland is where I grew up. From 1972 to 1989 it was my home. The south side, the only side as far as we were concerned. Southwest & Scott Lake Elementaries, Crystal Lake Junior High, and LHS – Home of the Mighty Dreadnaughts! Yes, indeed, I moved there when I was 7 and I stayed until I was 25. Until I finally escaped and moved to Knoxville. I know, somehow there’s something about that decision that really makes you question my ever-suspect sanity. Because, while it was a move to someplace different, it really didn’t fit the bill of a completely bigger and better trade. But I digress. To put it bluntly, like almost all of my closest friends, I left the place behind and never really went back. Well, except for a few short visits to my Grandmother’s Nursing Home and to hang at my Mom’s for Christmas, but other than that it was adios, sayonara, good bye! Just like so many other Lakeland kids, I plotted my escape. And, believe me, just as soon as I had the chance I was gone. And now I’m going back. WTF?
And I’m sure all of you who know my backstory are saying about now “hey, wait a minute, you moved back to central Florida from 99 to 04, mostly”. And yes, mostly is the best phrase to describe that phase in my life. But you also have to remember that I lived in Orlando and Celebration – both of which are worlds away from Lakeland. Lakeland still wasn’t where I went back to. All Lakeland represented to me was a place in my history books, where I used to be from. I mean, I left it so completely that I haven’t even gone to a class reunion. Mainly because I wasn’t close enough friends with any of the people I graduated with, way back in ’82. And I lost touch with everyone in my class as soon as I left high school.
Um, yeah, social zero, that’s me, pleasedtameechya!
And now I’m going back, to a place that looks familiar, where I should be at home, just like here, but I’m not. Where I have family, but not a lot of connections. I’m nervous. And I’m scared. And I’m still not ready to accept that my life has changed this fast, in this dramatic of a fashion. Still can’t comprehend the mystery in finding that the path that is leading us to our future is the same path that leads me back to my past.
What is old is now new again. Life has come full circle. And right now all I can hope is that all of you who are so near and dear to me in this life will stay with me. As I go back home.