Parting Is Such Sweet Sorrow And All That Stuff

This is Sheriff Peanut Butter Brickle. Today is the day. It is a day that is bittersweet, or just bitter. Or just sweet. I can’t choose. This day is kind of like me, actually. Point is, we have to leave this Florida place once again. And today is the start of our No Path Path. Are you ready?

I guess, in a way, with some places, people, or peanut butter cookies, you never want to say goodbye. There is no easy way to say it. I loved this Jacksonville, Florida place. I loved the beach, the campers, the furkids, the woods. But especially the beach. Especially.

When you travel, one of the best things about it is that you get to see yourself in different lights. Of course, all lights look good on me, but with travel, you get to experience things that maybe you normally would not have got to otherwise. Can’t say as I ever thought I would get to live right on the ocean for six months. But I did.

I need you now and I need you then
Just stop, ’cause I really love you
Stop, I’ll be thinking of you
Look in my heart and let love keep us together, whatever
Whatever, I will, I will, I will, I will

And so the point that we didn’t get a house really didn’t matter to me during this time. Because I was living my dream. And it is a hard one to wake up from. So yeah. I am just going to say that it IS a little hard to leave today.

But adventure is calling our name. Actually, the woods are calling Digby’s name. And so we must go. And we are. Even Jax is coming along for the ride this time. The loss of his nose is another blog for another day. I don’t have time for that right now. Let’s just say I’ll explain tomorrow and also. Jax. Is. Arrested.

Today, I have other things to concentrate on like getting this Big Blue Treat Wagon safely to Savannah, Georgia. We are going to be there two weeks. This is going to be fun, but Jacksonville, Florida? I need to say something. Something that I have been holding in. Something that I have wanted to say for these six months. Thank you. Simply. Thank you. Do I have to go? It’s come to this.

So don’t go breaking my heart
I won’t go breaking your heart
Don’t go breaking my heart

Sometimes, I suppose that a broken heart is undeniable, even if you know what happened is the best thing. So it may take me a few days to get back in the groove.

Why will it take me a bit to get back in the groove? Jacksonville, Florida was that special to us. They say home is where you heart is. For these six months, our hearts were here. But I do have to say too that our hearts were in that Sonoma County, California place. And so that goes to show me that we can change. Circumstances can change. Our feelings can change. And that might mean we can fall in love again, somewhere else. But will that somewhere be as special? I just don’t know. And so keeping the door open here is what I think we should do. I have the key to that door and my heart and I won’t shut it yet on my beach. Yes, Jacksonville? This area is hereby called Brickle Beach from now on.

I thought about writing all about everything I loved here in this Jacksonville, Florida place and the Amelia Island, Florida place.

But I have to say. There was too much. In fact, my feelings about here are so strong that putting them into words seems to make my heart hurt a little. And that interrupts my handsome time which is all the time, and no one has time for that.

Many people have said that you should never say goodbye. So, I won’t say goodbye to all that I love here. I won’t say goodbye to our friends here, or our family.

I won’t say goodbye to Tod the Toad.

I won’t say goodbye to the Scarlet Pimpernel.

I won’t say goodbye to Gandpa’s french toast breakfast.

I won’t say goodbye to the Fort Caroline we loved to hike at every week.

I won’t say goodbye to my friend Beasley Ann.

I won’t say goodbye to our friends at the dog park.

I won’t say goodbye to some of the best fan friends we have met in person. Thank you, Aunt Fran.

I won’t say goodbye to our new friend Dozer the therapy donkey.

I won’t say goodbye to the best campground in the entire world with the best camping friends ever.

No, no. I won’t say it. Because the one thing I have learned from traveling all these years now is that sometimes, love is better the second time around. So if we meet again, it will be better than the last.

And if we don’t? Then it wasn’t meant to be. But I have to think that the No Path Path will take us where we need to go. So this is it. Today it is. Thank you, Jacksonville, Florida for welcoming us and not saying goodbye. See ya later, alligator.