I have found my voice

Months after my previous post, I have found my voice after losing it.
A lot has happened since the last post.
It has been about a month since returning to New York City.
It feels weird, like I have been neglecting my family, friends, and comrades from NYC.
I also feel like I am abandoning my new friends and comrades from Detroit.
It is not easy leaving a place once called home.
I guess the nostalgia will pass with time, but it pains me to think that all I have now are memories of the good and bad times.
Change is good, right?
Thank you St. Anthony of Padua!