I don't know why I'm still afraid about this whole moving/adjusting process. I keep making a big deal about it, bitching about how scared I am, not really wishing to look at the brighter side of life, and only worrying about the negatives while completely throwing out the positives. That's all I do...I just dwell on the negatives then let myself get consumed by them. I need to stop. If I keep this up I will never let myself have a good time in a new environment. I'd refuse to give it a chance. I need to stop. So what if I'm worried because I've encountered depression at school before when I first moved? It's just a risk everyone takes. When you're afraid to live, you don't grow as a person and you don't get anywhere in life. So just roll with the punches and play the cards you're dealt with.

I need to chill the fuck out about moving. I really do. Big deal...so what...everyone makes a big move at one point in their lives. Shortly after his father passed away, my dad, at the age of 22, moved to another effing COUNTRY, where he didn't know a soul, didn't speak the language, and had never visited in his life.

If he can do it, I certainly can move across the country. Different coasts, but still same part of the globe nonetheless.

Okay, so there's my answer.