Poop Shute

I'm Leaving

There was only one thing keeping me here. I was happily involved in what I thought was a stable relationship with a future of some kind. I say that it was keeping me here, but it didn't feel like that. I wanted to stay, and was happy with my decision. No resentment. I thought I was staying to build something with someone. Now, that chapter has been closed for me. Without that, I feel like there's nothing for me here, and the rest of the world is beginning to call.

Now I have the urge to leave. In the next month or so I have a large amount of money coming to me from my shoulder injury. In the meantime I am going to work my ass off to accumulate as many clients and as much cash and pay off as much of my debt as I can manage. Once the settlement comes in I will sell most of what I own, and ask my family to store the few things I want to keep.

After that: I'm gone. I have a plan, but I hesitate to mention it here just yet. It's kind of radical, and nowhere near the simple move to Los Angeles I had considered before.

Just know that if I come back at all, it will be a long time. A long long time.