I'd said I'd miss my parents. He said I wouldn't once I got down there.
Just a couple miles outside of Wilmington.
I'm over it. I can't let shit like that destroy me, because I know I'm going back.
And I know I'm moving there, eventually. The houses are only about $65,000 away from the water.
The water-front ones are over $1 million, but who needs that on a hurricane-attracting coast?
I will spend everyday at the beach, in the Arlie Gardens, taking tours of the Screen Gems Studios.
And I won't care if I don't have friends down there with me. I'll have Rob. And the internet.
And if people care about me as much as they say, the best friendships won't be lost.
And the ones that are? No big deal. I don't need dead space in my life. No more fake friends.
The bend on Arlie Road.
I'm glad I live in an apartment with a kitten who will cuddle all the time,
and a boyfriend who truly wants the best for me.
Who tells me I'm smart and beautiful and can do anything I want.
And who promises Wilmington over and over, to make me smile.
My life is 75% where I want it to be right now. I'm proud of myself.
All I need to do is get in shape, find a steady job, and move to North Carolina.
Not necessarily in that order but, hey, whatever works.
At the North Carolina Welcome Center.