I decided

I decided after that post yesterday morning. I decided to go, because I'm afraid of it. I don't want to be afraid of anything. I made the announcement that I'm leaving, the people here were in shock/so sad. The people in Florida- ecstatic.
But I can't even begin to tell you the trepidation I feel.  I don't think I've ever not wanted to leave a place this much.
So I search for meaning, does this mean I shouldn't go? hahaa
Second guessing myself all the time.
There's no reason to stay- just the people. The community here, but it can be a false sense of community. Currently they're rallying around because I'm leaving, but how many months went by without seeing or hearing from anyone, unless they came into my work to eat.
So basically, I feel like I'm leaving, with the intention of returning one day.
I don't want to work just to pay the bills, and in florida, that's what happens. But there, I should have way more freedom, and a beach, and friends. So I'm going to experience that for a while.  I'll come back here one day, I know it. Or maybe not, maybe this is the end of the road.  Maybe this is the fork. Destiny is written in this moment.  And that's why it scares me. Because I don't know the right choice, so I made the one that sounds right on paper.  The reason I doubt it, is because I moved here even though it made no sense on paper.
Yet, showing Eve love by coming there to be be a help to her, sounds like a good choice. I couldn't really move to Colorado, because there were no jobs, but that's not true of Florida.