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.