She asked.

She asked the question out of frustration and a little anger, while on the phone thousands of miles away.
"How much longer are you going to stay out there?"
I thought I'd finish up with school ASAP, and I hadn't counted on the economy turning so terrible. Meaning full-time work and part-time school. Meaning out on the East Coast for a few more years.
The situation isn't like a friend of mine had, whereas she moved from SoCali to Chicago to get over a boy, and then have that story morph into leaving because she needed to "find herself" and grow up.
I'm here and I know it. I've tried to take responsibility, even when it wasn't mine to take (really need to stop doing that). So I moved thousands of miles away just to push myself, testing how strong I still can be.
Oh boy, has that been tested.

But what else is there? The writing. That's another biggie to realize. Why I came out so far from home. I've been so strangely numb to writing that it's been tough going.
It's getting better, though. Gotta sit my ass in a chair and type until I have 500 words, but it's worked so far.
Not so afraid of it, anymore.

I'm reminded of a Smiths song, "How Soon Is Now?" That's what my life was like back home. It wasn't going anywhere. So I moved.
And now here I am.