I have two more nights of servitude to this place left in my life. I really can’t move back here for good again. It’s just too much for me to have to handle adjusting to this move back here, again, at any point in my life. Things have changed now, I am grown, rather than just thinking I was grown last year, and now that I am, it makes the world of difference. I don’t have an idea of what I am going to do to get away from here, I have a plan. Plans are concrete, ideas are just random thoughts that lead to ideas, someday. There are no somedays in this mind any more, things are planned. Just like Christmas, just like next summer, it’s all being laid in stone, and I’m doing it for me, so I can become independent, so I can be my own person.