Well now.

The dominant question seems to be "ok, so now what?" You've packed up your stuff, and started a job on the opposite side of the country from where you used to reside. Good fucking job. What happens in May? Back to Texas? Think about THAT for a minute. Obviously not the most exciting option. New York? All the internships there are unpaid. Florida? Well, we'll see. What happens when your photo editor realizes that every "good" photo you make is essentially the same thing with different people in it? It's best not to think about that.

And what about all those people back in the show me state? What are you going to do about them? All the friends you took for granted. The friends with wonderful taste in music, who laughed at most of your jokes (at least the ones that were funny), and who always bought you drinks. You think this series of emails is going to last?

Let's not even get started on that girl. The one who pushed you away, and then tried to pull you back right when you were leaving. Why do you even feel guilty? It was her fault in the first place. What do you think you are doing spending all that time talking on the phone to her? Perpetuating some crazy romantic fantassy that you'll find each other again and that everything will be wonderful? Fat chance. Better quit now if you know what's good for you.

Which brings us to point A. What are you going to do now?





...Well?