Announcement.

I am about to be 20 years old. I'll have been alive for 2 decades. [I have also been alive in two centuries, and two millenniums in such a short period of time. But that is beside the matter at hand.]
I don't have too much to show for myself at this point. Which is why I can't be here anymore.
I need to go away and try to get my act together. After that I'll be back.

A logical question from you might be ''Well, where in the world are you going?'' The answer to this is Maine. I honestly should have went up there with my mother in the first place, but as a know-it-all 19 year old I thought I was prepared to face the world. I was sadly, sadly mistaken.

''You mentioned you'll be back, when will that be?'' At the earliest January. At the latest the beginning of May. I am going up there to get myself on my feet, to save a lot of money, and a lucky bonus is being able to help my mother with all her wedding plans.

''Okay, so I know when you'll be back but, when are you leaving?'' Sometime in mid October. My mom [and probably Mike] are coming down here to get me and my things, including my new kitten. We don't have a definite date as of yet, but this will be taking place shortly after my birthday.

I have been putting this off for far too long. It is a much needed stepping stone for my life.
I am finally at peace w/ making this decision though. Before it signified defeat to me. It was a way of giving up, which is something I do quite frequently. Now, it is a much needed preparation. One which I am greatly looking forward to.

p.s. As another side bonus- New York is only a brief 5 hours drive away. It's about time I payed the lovely Big Apple a visit.