follow me, i know the way

I've left everything behind. Almost. my friends, my family, my team, California sand, and the west coast shore. My home, and a unbearable situation that still slightly sticks to my heart. I have one thing left. he comes with me most of the time, wherever it is I may be. I come with him, wherever it is he might be.

I heard, its not what your doing in life, its who your doing it with. Its who you make the Journey with.

I find myself staring at the ceiling, wondering again and again if i've done the right thing. As i open the door to my new strange apartment, as i chase a five foot three girl that takes two strides to my one. Im wondering if this is what i wanted as i wipe humid Florida air from my forehead. 11 miles, 12 miles, 13 miles. Im running on this road and i have no idea where its going. Im chasing Austrian girls with a running resume that boasts a family history of marathon runners.