The Body is Here; Where is the Mind?

I believe my mind is made up. After deliberating over the pros and cons of the situation, I have determined that my move over to the west coast was, in fact, too hasty. Without much money to keep me afloat for too long, I find it better to return to where I came from and try again.

Many may see it as giving up and they have definitely voiced their opinions; however, I am not giving up. Yes, I am giving up the opportunity to live in a rent-free home, but that is not why I moved.

I moved because this is where I belong; but in the meantime, I will settle elsewhere.

Being in this house is extremely depressing. Everything I anticipated on accomplishing while I was out here is non-existant. I am beginning to feel trapped.

I could give it more time and maybe something would surface, but I’m still going to be here. I want to come back on my own terms. I can get a bachelor’s degree on the east coast, gain some experience, and then return in a year with a grip on finances so that I can get my own place *cringes* even with the steep rent.

Planning. I think I just wanted to quit the job I was working at. That was depressing me. I needed a change of pace and figured moving would have done the trick. Nope. Too fast.

The west coast is where I belong, though. I will return.