Leaving the Fast Way; The Only Way

I have learned that if you must leave a place that you have lived in and loved and where all your yesteryears are buried deep, leave it any way except a slow way, leave it the fastest way you can. Never turn back and never believe that an hour you remember is a better hour because it is dead. Passed years seem safe ones, vanquished ones, while the future lives in a cloud, formidable from a distance.
~Beryl Markham, West with the Night

I drove out of North Carolina yesterday morning. I left the city of Wilmington just as I left the city of Raleigh in January, and as I left the city of Los Angeles over 5 years ago.

Five years ago there was a different purpose, a different husband, a different body, a different mind, a different vehicle, a different job, a different career, a broken marriage, and a hope for happiness.

Seven months ago there was a confused purpose, no husband, no house, no full-time job, a scarred body, a scarred vehicle, an open mind, an imminent marriage, and the clear knowledge of the happiness to come.

Now we are full circle. A renewed purpose, the right husband, a new house, a new stepson, a new vehicle, new friends, a new career, a strong body, a stronger mind, and the life and love I was meant to live.

Purpose, passion, progression; laughter, love, life.

There was one constant through all of us. One thing that has remained the same through every move, moment and emotion…the corgi. Her attentive ears guided me in the rearview from California to North Carolina.

Day 4 - Iona enjoying the view of the I-40 in Arkansas.

And her fading eyes were fixated on me for every mile from North Carolina to Virginia.

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It may have seemed that we left North Carolina too fast and too quietly. There were not long and tearful departures, or farewell dinners, or goodbye parties. We left in the best way. We left in a fast way. We left in a formidable way. Now come join us at the beach, in the future, in the distance.