"You're too pretty to be doing a job like this."

That's what one of their own kin said to me a few days ago. So, I quit. Really, I quit. I put in my two week notice and we're goin' home!

Obviously this decision has been in the making. I'm very pleased with myself for finally becoming smart and deciding to leave but I'm a bit disappointed that it took this long for me to figure it out. The truth is that I don't really want to leave, I held out for so long because I thought he would get better, I thought the situation would get better, but perhaps simply because the experience was not fulfilling enough from the riding perspective. We progressed and now, 2 months later, we're behind where I was when we first arrived. 5 steps forward, 8 steps back. So frustrating.

What pushed me over the edge? Repairs on my car. Visiting West Palm for the weekend. Looking at my bank account, seeing the real world again. It's time to go.

Leaving the girls will be tough but leaving this place won't be tough. I've given more than enough of myself, I'm not getting what I came for. Time to go home.

Home. AA. Love that place. Won't be there long. Home and then into the ocean.