Its been 3 months since I felt the sunny skies of Florida and yet the grief from saying goodbye hasn’t hit until today when I finally unpacked all that I stuffed into a POD in the blazing heat of a late July afternoon. My eyes grazed over the blanket of white sand still glimmering over the boxes and bags. Each grainial reminds me of each friend I made in the sunshine state. The soft, white dusting is remnents of a life of ‘luxury’ I once lived… A dream. The scatteredness of its dusting tells me that life is no longer and simulates the confusion, questions and randomness my life has taken on. And yet as a small army of trailers and hands helped me unpack the mound that was stacked by three bodies, i’m overwhelmed by the love and support I have here. While i’m mourning the closure of a chapter, i’m learning to trust in the love of friendships and my heavenly father-that they each have my back during a time i’m so unsure of my tomorrow.