Where the rubber meets the road: the most important point for something, the moment of truth.

I moved to the Bay Area last year from Wilmington, NC, after getting a job offer that I couldn't refuse. I was hoping that I'd love it, but I bartered with myself: if, after a year, I wanted to go home, I would---no guilt. Really, I thought it would take much longer than a year before I managed to get back, as opposed to the 10 months I've got counted now, but whatever. It is what it is.

My current situation: I've been laid off (!!!) and I'm withering away from homesickness. I venture to guess that I am more depressed now than I have ever have been. It sounds so awful! It's true, but I'm shocked at the truth of it, now that I see it in writing.

Here's the thing: I'm not walking around looking at my shoes, weeping and feeling sorry for myself. It's not that kind of situation. I'm optimistic; a glass half-full kind of person...I'm just having a pretty damn hard time taking everything in.

I could go on, ad nauseam, about the crazy details, but let's just leave it here for now: this is my own personal moment of truth and I'm going to take it and do something with it.

I'm going back to the South, as soon as I can; where there's dappled shade, spanish moss, drawls, tolerance (yes, that's what I said---it's different, but very there) and a smile for just about everyone you meet. They are my people and I'm running back to them, NASCAR and all.

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