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Jun 13, 2008 00:02

Plan A did not work.  Plan A = San Francisco.    I'm tired of trying to fit into a place I don't belong.

Move on to plan B.  Which leads to plan C.

I'm going to be working two jobs to save up as much money as I can.  And try doing a gig going to school in the fall.  Community college.

Plan C.

Fast forward to January.  Stan and I are moving to Chicago.  It's the only place we could agree upon.  Chicago.  I love it.  When I went there, I really liked it.  The only city (I can say this for sure) that the minute I stepped into, I felt like I was at home.  Yes I have bigger dreams.  But I want to give Chicago a try.  It's affordable, hella cool, and I can go to school and afford other things and not pay out the ass in rent to live in a city I hate.   Despite the fact that I really, really fucking hate cold weather, Chicago is def. the best option.  Plus, I can visit my peeps and family more often.

I came to this conclusion because I knew if I stayed here, I'd be miserable.  And Stan does not want to move back to DC.  And DC wouldn't be the same having been gone for a year.

So yeah,  Words cannot express how excited I am.  I'm having trouble writing this entry just because I'm that excited.
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