A week or so ago, a friend asked me, “So, have you gotten in all of your ‘lasts’ before you leave?”
You know: the last cup of coffee at the best local shop, the last long bike ride and run along Tampa Bay’s Bayshore Blvd., the last Skinny Bowl at SoFresh (#drool).
Honestly, I hadn’t even thought about that because it didn’t really feel like I was leaving Tampa until Thursday, when my mom and I were standing in the middle of KEEP, TOSS, DONATE piles scattered around my living room and bedroom.
So, early this morning, before my dad rolled in with the moving truck, I got in my very last 7-mile run around Davis Islands, a magical place I’ve probably run thousands of miles on over the past 8 years. It was really special, and even if I fall absolutely in love with Boulder, I know it wasn’t going to be my last time looping the island.
Somewhere around noon, after lots of coffee, sweat, packing and cleaning, this adorable little two-story wasn’t my apartment anymore, and my last time walking out the front door was…a lot. Because then it was followed by my last time driving out of Tampa with no plans to return a few days later.
By 3 p.m. I ripped the Band-Aid off, waved goodbye to my family, and hit the road toward a brand new chapter in my life. It’s one that I think my heart needs more than anything. And I am so lucky that my family understands and supports me in all of it.
My mom sent me on my way with three family size bags of trail mix. She gets me.
The best thing about my Honda Civic? Gas mileage. I made it all the way to the top of Florida before I had to pull off and fill up. Across the street was a McDonald’s and before I could even realized what was happening, I had ordered an Egg McMuffin for dinner. ??? It sounded good, OK?
There is something so satisfying about crossing borders. It’s like a visual marker of progress. Highways start to look the same after 200 miles, so these signs feel like small high fives along the way.
My stopping point for the night is Valdosta, GA, where the accents are thick and the people are almost too nice. I made it in a little under four hours while maintaing the speed limit (which is a great way to piss people off on the highway).
It may be the last time I see the south for a bit, but I feel like I’m going to have a lot of amazing firsts in the next couple months.
Follow along on the social medias. I’ll be using #LetsGoToCO.
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