Damn it.

I've been at my college for a little over a semester, and have finally settled in. I'm finally comfortable with being here - finally able to comprehend a future where I stay here. I don't know what I'm going to do with the rest of my life *after* college, but I am able to stop and think, "Yeah, I live here. This is my place." 

This morning, my father called me up and asked me if I'd be willing to move to Texas.

...fuck it.