So I haven’t really stuck to the primary motivations I had in starting this blog in the first place… Which I think may still be on that dumb “about me” page. Basically, I wanted to sort of chronicle what the experience of leaving the hip-est neighborhood in the WORLD behind was like. As in, hey, I’m gonna do all this “becoming an adult” shit–get an apartment and fix it up, make friends who aren’t trash, struggle to find better meaning in my life–and tell you all about it.
But I didn’t. Continue reading In Which The Inner Exile Gets His Way