I spent about 2 months in Flordia in August 2017. 🌴 I left in October.
I had an extreme love hate relationship with it.
I loved the weather, the beach, the style, the no shame attitude, the way it flowed, and I loved the endless possibilities. I loved how everything was from one extreme to another.
It was like every day there could be a completely different adventure going on than the day before it.
I was in love.
I loved the love of it all. If that makes any sense.
It was chaotically peaceful having a fast paced life.
It felt like driving a red 1969 Camaro Convertible down a 75 speed limit highway over a blue ocean, passing palm trees and going 85 miles an hour like everyone else. 🌴🌞 Fast, stylish, and with no regard for risk.
And yet I also hated it.
I hated the people who would approach me assuming that I would leave with them or do what they wanted and when I refused would follow me or try to force me. I hated how the people I met had no regard for anyone else's emotions or had no decency to them-- they were out for what they wanted and what they wanted alone, no matter who they had to hurt to get it...craziest of all, they didn't even lie about it for long. I hated being played for a fool every other minute. I hated having my heart ripped out my chest and trying to piece it back together.
I hated the heartbreak, the anger, the distrust, and the pain I went through.
I loved the passion, the chaos, I loved the thrill of it all.
I had quite the adventure in Florida.
Hell, I stayed during Hurricane Irma because I loved chaos so much. 🌊
I learned a lot, felt every emotion and variation of those emotions, and came out a different person because of it.
I had truth forced into my life.
That much blatant truth will change anyone.
It was a time in my life I would not ever take back. I'll never regret it.
It was a time worth writing about.
And maybe someday I will.