Being free was the most liberating and scary feeling I’ve ever had. We people always long to be free, yet we never quite manage to be. Free from all the haunting thoughts. Free from all the obligations in life. Free from every physical and mental restraint. Yet here I was, standing on the beach halfway across the country that I knew that we don’t need to be completely free in order to be free. It’s the ability to feel free regardless of circumstances or feelings. Life wasn’t necessarily about being free, no it’s about being okay with who you are, how you think. What you do. Life is about all that, and more. I never knew, and I never understood. I’m not even sure if I understand it fully right now, but I do know that this journey taught me more than anything in my old life could’ve done.
Twenty year old Florence royally fucked up just about everything in life. Never quite finishing high school, hanging out with the wrong people and desperately attempting to follow in her depressed mother’s footsteps. Having fucked up really was the most positive way of saying things. After her mother gets admitted to a mental care home, Florence stays behind in their shabby little apartment with unpaid bills piling up, and no real purpose in life. With nothing to do other than moping around, Florence decides it might be high time to shake things up a bit. She leaves the apartment and all of her old life behind to start anew somewhere else. Anywhere else. But with no real destination, doing just that seems like a tall order. However, along the way Florence discovers that it’s not just about the destination, it’s about the road that gets you there. And boy did she have quite a road ahead of her.
… is a story about growing up and finding out that there’s much more to life than meets the eye. And that maybe, just maybe letting go isn’t such a bad thing if you have a new journey to look forward to.
