The Day I Left My Home

Rain has fallen from the sky, soaking the soil. It seems that this day is not the same as the past, now it belongs to my past days. People quickly ran across the sidewalks, did not rain down, but tried to go in their offices, at home, or in a few minutes to get up. Scorpion hit the ground terribly; water flows along a steep mountain to a steep mountaintop where the recently built series of modern ten-story building stands quietly. In my apartment, the spectacular and breathtaking landscape of the city with more than a million people is in front; in the back nature and relaxation of old trees are greatly appreciated.

On this day, I left my hometown North Carolina and started a new life in Colorado. I have left home several times, but this time it is different. This trip is my own person, about independence I am experiencing a new adventure. I originally wanted to move to Colorado, so I am confident in my decision. But when I left I was scared. I am very comfortable on the east coast. I have friends, there is a business connection, and there is a vibrant entertainment city. I am trying to achieve my life goal, but I can not wonder why I am away from such a wonderful life.

Twenty months ago, I made a big decision in my life. I left my hometown of New York and moved my house to Atlanta. I came to the ATL with a wonderful job and I hoped my personal and occupational aspirations were more than the psychology of leaving my family, friends and hometown. A few months after I arrived, I noticed that the work I had chosen did not go well. I did not give up. I have not stopped. I want to dramatically change my place of residence and work place. So I change my mindset and I want to change myself to become a person whom I want to be. I clicked the reset button. I quit my job and start my own coaching business. I became a more active writer in Medium.

I want to start when I leave home. The second day has passed since I graduated from high school. Departing Ohio, I had a terrible relationship with alcoholic parents and drove to Florida. I have no place to stay and nobody knows. But I have gone, so I went. My name is about 3,000 dollars. When I got here, I did not have much choice, I was able to start doing only what I had to do. There are legitimate ones and not legitimate ones. But it went well. That was about 13 years ago. One thing I have to do is to write. Several other writers will understand. This is a kind of compulsion. But I think that this is only a part of my life. There are lots of other things - too much. But I have to do this. So now I wrote it. I already did this. Now release this and let's start with the next thing. Let me do what I have to do