A couple weeks ago, I had a mini freak out. It was coming up on a year since I had left my old self and life behind. The unraveling of my marriage, the dismantling of my professional persona, the blow to my ego of not being able to replace the six-figure job I had left. But all of that was nothing compared to the call that screamed at me. I had no choice. I had to leave. Damn it! No details about where the call was leading me. My transition place would be Jacksonville Beach,