Maybe.

Maybe I'll move to Atlanta.

Maybe that will just be far away enough.

For my own adventure. For my own new life.

Maybe that's where I belong.

I can see myself sitting in Little Five.

Smiling to myself with a song in my head.
Watching kids skate by.

People asking to sign their petitions.

Random band flyers flying past me.

Working for some little indie label in the midst of the hustle and bustle of downtown.

People in business suits, me in jeans and a tank top.

Big sunglasses.

Iced coffee.

And I could easily come back here and visit.

I never said I hated this place.

It's just too small for me.

I love the people.

Sometimes.

Well. my friends. definitely.

And I will miss them.. so much. I don't let go of friends easily. I am friends with so many from middle school. Middle school.

It will be hard to just.. leave.

I don't know. I still think I belong on the West Coast.

I have no idea what I'm doing with my life.

That's all I've fucking concluded.