I have outgrown it all. I thought that there would be some room left for me to stretch, but I have finally hit the ceiling. Although I will miss the familiar surroundings and the even more familiar faces, I have decided to sow my seeds elsewhere. I haven’t made a decision where to, but I hope that wherever I go, that I will find the same kind of joys that I found here.
The joy of meeting great new people, beautiful summers, and gallons upon gallons of Cheerwine.
Wish me luck.
