A year ago today I arrived in the city of Florence, AL, the city that I now call my home. I got here with no job, no place to live, and no idea what I was doing. And I still don’t really know what I’m doing.
I thought moving here would bring me better writing opportunities. And I have gotten offers, but none that have followed through. Sometimes it seems that I’ve been so caught up dreaming, that I’ve forgotten how to write anyway.
Since moving here, I’ve gotten my first apartment on my own. I got my own car insurance. I have a dog and a real relationship. Every decision I make is mine alone. I’m finally fully discovering adulthood.
Florence has shown me that community is like the tide. It comes and it goes. When you really need it, community is there for you. But community disappears when you stop asking for it.
Florence is a place I have fallen in love with. It’s unexpected, but so am I. It’s the place where I fell in love. And, for now, it’s my place.
I’m one year in. I’ve made it.