Seriously. I’m super out of shape and moving all that goddamn furniture was, and will be, a bitch.

I’m nervous. Like, legit nervous, about my future. I’m sad, I’m happy, I’m hopeful, and I’m even scared. 

If anybody is confused as to why, I’ll explain, because I haven’t mentioned it at all really yet… Ever since 4-5 years ago, thereabouts, any possible hope of what I wanted to be at one time was pounded to a find powder, as most of the people I looked up to and admired showed their truly horrendously ugly sides, and my life spun out of control. Soon enough, I found myself incredibly overweight, in and out of a job, and feeling like I’m at a standstill.

That stuff most of you, I assume, already knew.

However, I have to opportunity to make a big change, a bigger change than I could imagine, really… My family and I will be moving to Texas in the coming months, and no solid date has really been set down yet, except for my sister, who will be leaving the 11th of June.

Why? Well, truth is, though there is much I love about Michigan, there is also much pain, sadness, and dead-ends I see as well. I find myself closed and claustrophobic around these parts, especially regarding my future. After months of discussion and planning, we just all saw Texas as the best option, because of cheaper housing, more jobs, and better economy. I am probably planning on getting a car and trying to shoot to California from there, where I hope I can do something with myself and feel more liberated and inspired.

And why do I bring all this up now? Well, because I AM moving. If there’s anybody out there amongst you who really wanted to try to get together and hang with me and shoot the shit for a while or something, the clock is kind of ticking. I’d like to give you guys SOME warning in case anybody does.

Well, anyway, that’s about all for now. More to come later, sandman is about to beat me to death and I still got Walking Dead to catch up on…