Maryland misery.

It’s time to make a move. I need to get out of Brooklyn. Out of Maryland period. It just doesn’t feel like home anymore. Funny, I’m thinking about breaking free from the ghosts of my past holding me here. That and not being able to keep anything or anyone I love close to me. Where to? Don’t know yet. What will I do when I get there? No clue. How am I getting there? Don’t know, but I’ll get it figured out. I just know it’s time to move on. Like Rascal Flatts said “at last, I can see, life has been patiently waiting for me!”