So I'll be heading to my new home... ARLINGTON, TEXAS... on Friday afternoon. I'll get there Friday night. Shocked, right? Yeah, so is everyone else.
My family is pretty bummed that I'm moving out for real this time. My AZ friends were pretty much outraged. "That's stupid!" They said. "That's gay!" They screamed. They called me every name in the book in reference to my decision. But in the end, that's all it is. My decision. All I want to do is make people happy. And I try my hardest to do that every day. And I feel bad when they make it seem like I'm doing the opposite by leaving. But that's just it -- I'm leaving.
All my life I've been telling everyone how I want to get out, how I want to have an adventure, live my life like it was actually MINE. And this seems like a childish rant right now... and I just realized something: It is. But it's only childish in it's stubbornness and its simplicity.
Nobody understood it.
How can I make it any clearer? My home is in Arlington. I'm getting an education there. I fell in love there. I already have more of a life after four months there than I could ever have hoped for in Arizona. I am so disgusted with the way everything worked there, and I only have one regret:
That my friends there weren't more accepting of my decision to leave. It's not like I'm dying. It's not like I'm shutting them out. I love them, I really do. I just hate where they are. Guys, if you're reading this... I'm sorry. I'm moving out. And nobody says it better than Crossfade. Click the link above if you'd like to hear the theme song for my life right now.
To sum it up: For all of you who still think my home is in Arizona, I'm never coming home.
Because it's not my home. Arlington is.
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