So, I am moving to either Nashville, Tennessee or St. Petersburg, Florida - depending on how jobs work out.
In St. Petersburg there's plenty of work for a writer. In Nashville, there's also plenty of work, but I want to live on the fucking beach and wear shorts in the wintertime, so there's your bias.
My girlfriend broke up with me about three months ago because she wasn't really ready to love someone in an adult relationship, and I can understand that. But I did kind of move back to Richmond, Virginia just for her, so for the last few months I have simultaneously tried getting over her and getting her back, a plan whose flaws takes no genius to uncover.
So, here I am. I have just listed my apartment on craiglist and I'm waiting for the offers on my ghetto-fab apartment to come pouring in.
I wrote my ex-girlfriend the letter telling her I'm sorry it didn't work out and that I tried to hold on for as long as I could, but that I have to get on with my own life and Richmond is a "gray-colored shithole," so I'm moving.
Her response? She asked me what my book was about this morning. Man, fuck that.
I told her to leave me alone and she said okay.
Honestly I am so tired of women, their games, and rejection by this point that I am looking forward to not knowing a soul in my next city, wherever I may turn up.
It will be so liberating to leave this apartment and this ghetto behind for green yards, beautiful beaches - or less attractively but still better than this, the Nashville scene which is rich in music, culture, attitude, connections to bigger shit. Richmond is a tired old trashcan, a decade in the past. Nashville is actually a living city; so is St. Petersburg.
"I wonder if she'll realize this was a mistake?" Shut up, brain. Just get me through this. "I wonder if she'll come back to you begging and pleading for your forgiveness, for you not to go?" Shut up brain. Just sign the fucking papers. "I wonder if she already feels bad and is checking your facebook account as regularly as you update it?" Shut up brain, just prevent me from checking hers. "I wonder if she was just lying, and she still loves you." Shut the fuck up, brain. You are killing me.
Only thing that sucks about this move? My brain's going to follow me there.