I’m Going Back Home to the West Coast
Well, it’s technically not on the coast. But there’s not a catchy song for Phoenix.
But I’ve decided to move back to Arizona. I’ve realized that getting an apartment in Live Oak/Lake City, is just putting a band aide on a bullet wound. I’m tired of Florida and I’m going insane. I’m not happy here and something has to change. The (most of) people I’ve already told haven’t taken it very well. Tessa being a big exception. Who is always super supportive. I couldn’t function without you, love <3. I still love all of you, and we’ll keep in touch through Twitter/text/MySpace.
Nothing is in concrete, and everything is subject to change. But I’ve pretty much made up my mind about this. I have fond memories of Arizona. I’ll probably be moving to Phoenix. My dad’s family is mostly in Phoenix and the surrounding area. So I won’t be in the big bad city all alone. And speaking of, I’m not going to tell my parents for a little while, so those of you who know them, please keep it quiet 
Phoenix has quite a few radio stations and a large Humane Society, which are both jobs I’m going to pursue.
Other than that I’ve not much going on. Work, work, oh and more work. I’ve been in the eat/sleep/work grind so much lately that I’ve been neglecting my blog. I’m going to do better.
That’s a big step, moving from one side of the country to the other. But to stay someplace where you don’t feel like it’s ‘home’ is ludicrous. Hopefully you’ll be able to do it soon, and the whole procedure goes as planned…