I feel like a cliche. I moved to a new city on the first. To Miami, out of all places. I have been on this journey with God, and I didn’t think Miami was in the cards. The looks I receive when I share that I’m moving quickly shift to a judgmental concern. I feel rushed and say, “Because God told me to.” Still received as a weak explanation, but it is all I have. I let the silence draw out and smile, and I do hope that they understand in some spiritual way, but honestly, I don’t want to talk about it because I don’t know.