It’s been a little over thirteen years, but I’m finally managing it. I’m finally managing to leave GVegas, otherwise known as Greenville, North Carolina, also known as the crown jewel of Down East. This isn’t happening the way I’d planned, but I can deal with that. I’m finally getting away from all the pirate mania nurtured by ECU. I’m a little sad I won’t be defacing one of the tons of pirate statues around town, but I can live with that too. So why am I moving?

This has been a very crazy summer. It started off with a bang. My apartment complex is being turned into a student ghetto, so since I’m no longer a student, I had to get out. I got a notice at the beginning of June telling me that if I didn’t get out within thirty days I would be taken to court and evicted. So naturally, I rented a storage unit, started cramming stuff in, and crashed at my friend Andrew’s. Unfortunately for me, his mom, who he lives with, is a little nuts. The woman hounds me to death all the time, wanting to cut up my food, (yes, this includes eggrolls), doesn’t want to go to church because she’s afraid I’ll fall if she’s not here to babysit me, and a bunch of other stuff that only crazy sighted people can think of. (Note: this does not mean that all sighted people are crazy. Just this one). So I’m going to move in with my best friends in the whole wide world, Wil and Denise, for a little while. And I get to see ma boys, Max and Titan. I’m not sure where I’m going to end up permanently yet, but I know it will be better than living Down East. I’m definitely excited. Here’s to a better life.