For this: the inaugural FBW Travel post, I wanted to share some of my own travels. This is because I wanted to illustrate the fact that going is not always about Italian villas, sunny, sandy beaches or luxury yachts. Sometimes travel is more for the spirt than the body. Sometimes travel is a much-needed reset. Sometimes, travel is the end of one life and the beginning of another, as it was for me.
In 2017, I made up my mind that my life had to change. I didn’t know how. I didn’t know what I would do, but what I did know was that no matter what I did, or how hard I tried, I couldn’t get it together. I just felt, in my very core, that I needed to change my surroundings. I needed a new energy. That spring, the hubs and I loaded up the Honda, set out for Atlanta and that was that. Or so I thought…
We got to Atlanta, stayed for a week…hated it! We then set out for California: Los Angeles, to be specific. By car. From Atlanta. I don’t have to tell you what a taxing drive that was. But it was one of the best experiences of my life. I had forgotten how truly beautiful this country really is. It had been years since I’d seen mountains (even though I grew up in the valley between the Wasatch and Rocky Mountains). It had been years since I’d seen the ocean (even though I’m a Cancer, and water literally gives me life). As the miles stretched out in both in front of and behind me, I knew the old me was slipping away—and that was fine with me.
Long story short- we stayed in L.A. for a while, but realized our pockets weren’t deep enough for that endeavor. We shipped Baby (yes- my beloved Civic has a name), to Savannah, where my brother was living, and that is where we stayed for the next 9 months. Savannah is also where my soul finally found some rest and my mind was able to slow down long enough to form a coherent thought. In December of 2017, we decided to try L.A. again.
We were there about a month, when we decided (once and for all), that being homeless in L.A. would not be cute. We went back to Texas. And I was not happy about it. Not that there’s anything wrong with Texas in general. It was just that I wasn’t ready to be back there. I hadn’t completely healed, and I didn’t think I ever would if I didn’t get out of there. I left Texas for good (mostly) in the spring of 2018.
The amazing thing about this whole story—I’m now (pretty much) a permanent resident of Atlanta. I know right!?! All of that just to end up in the first destination. It was a difficult transition—Atlanta is crazy—but I have finally found myself. Poor Baby carried me a lot of miles (she also got shipped across the country twice), while I tried to put myself together.
This is probably the most personal of the travel posts you’ll see here, but I wanted to explain that, while there are some amazing travel destinations (and we’ll bring many of them to you here at FBW), the greatest journey you will ever take is the one that brings you back to yourself…
P.S. The headers on the different sections of this site are a collage of the different places I’ve been in the last few years…
P.S.S. 2017 is also the year I had my toes in both the Atlantic and the Pacific Oceans! (That’s what those weird feet pics are about…)
A. Rozelle is a freelance writer and author of one short-story collection, two novels and a screenplay. Her work has been featured in The Dallas Morning News, The Dallas Weekly, Rollin’ Out Magazine and Eclipse Magazine. She resides in Atlanta, GA, where she is hard at work on her third book, which can only be classified as a supernatural-historical-erotic work of genius…or something like that.