Legends of the Fall

Being here in Orlando, I'm slowly noticing how much I miss things at home.  Getting out of my Nissan and walking up to my job, the warm September breeze hit my face and I thought of all things Virginia.  Virginia Beach Oceanfront on a late night. Hanging from King Neptune's arm and laughing with my friends.  Walking around MacArthur Center, with little money, but still scarfing down a chocolate-covered strawberry from Godiva. I miss zooming down 264 and hitting the Downtown Tunnel then jumping on 664, heading toward Newport News and their legendary number streets.  I miss the Planter's Peanut Man in Suffolk.  Yo, I miss sitting outside of Coldstone on 21st Street in Norfolk, laughing while eating a Love-It Sized Cookie Doughn't You Want Some.  It wasn't until I opened my eyes from my memories that I realized that it's time to take advantage of this new place and this new time.  It's time to let go of the nostalgia and make new memories. Live in this moment. Drown in this ocean. Dance to these beats. I know I was granted this chance to live here for a reason, and I'm ready to accept it.