I am still transitioning to my new life.
I am so dramatic. I say “new life” like I was born again or something.
But really, it’s jarring how different my life is from what it was three months ago. I had a job in an industry I was passionate about, friends who I adored and a city that breathed inspiration into my life every day. I moved to a place where I have none of those things. Instead, I have Payton, my fiancé, and Bear, my sweetums puppy (who really belongs to Payton, but has totally become my dog). I love them both to bits, but I know I still need to find my place in this town, and for me, that doesn’t happen overnight. Or in 3 months.
I am living in Jacksonville, FL. This city really is large in terms of actual land mass- I am still discovering all of its different personalities. Friday night, I felt like a found something that resonated with me. Payton and I were on a street downtown with clubs and bars, and in the middle of it all was this late night taco stand. I don’t even really know what it is called. Taco maybe? Anyway, I immediately thought of late nights at San Loco before crashing at Sarah’s apartment in New York. I also thought of Neighburrito, because this place in Jax had tofu tacos (I love the tofu burrito at Neighburrito). Payton and I ordered tacos and nachos. All the tacos were served with hard shells that seemed homemade. In fact, almost everything tasted like it was made from scratch. Although I appreciated the effort, I wasn’t impressed with the food. I loved it all the same, though. I loved it because of all those intangible feelings it brought to me. I’m too poor of a writer to articulate those feelings, but maybe someday. Until then, I’m fine being some ridiculous girl trying to wax poetic on a late night taco stand.
P.S. The girl in the picture isn’t me. She works there.
