Moving

The decision has been made. I’m heading to New York tomorrow. No one in my family is happy, my friends aren't happy, and my customers and employers are really unhappy. I told them all that I needed to get out of L.A. and spread my wings a little. I don’t know if they bought it, and I really can’t bring myself to care. Mallory’s the most upset, but she made me promise to call her every week and said that she’ll apply to schools on the East coast when the time comes for that. I hope by the time that happens I’ll have found a way to be more in control so it’s safe for her. I’ll miss her so much.

I’ve got a place to live lined up thanks to Craig’s List. I’ll be in the Village somewhere and it’ll be a sublet for a few months. That should give me enough time to find something more permanent. I’ll have enough money to get me through the first couple of months while I’m job hunting. It all seems to be falling into place. I just hope I’ll be able to do this on my own. I don’t mean the living - or whatever it is I technically do. Existing? I mean surviving this thing that I am. If I give into it completely, I might be happier. It’s so hard to tell.