Three more years until I'm gone. To Hollywood. The City of Dreams. I can't wait.

There's nothing for me here. Sure, I'll visit from time to time, but this part of my life is just over.

It's time for a new chapter. Time for new scenery, new people, a new view.

My mom and I talked about me majoring in film again. She wasn't thrilled. But I promised her that I know what I'm getting myself into. It's competitive. It's hard work. But I can do it.

I won't miss Quincy at all. I'll miss Boston though. I'll miss my sister and Woody. That's about it.

LM and I are just in different phases of our lives. We're not on the same page. Different interests, priorities, and friends. Maybe a few years down the line, we'll be on the same wave length. Until then, I'm just distancing myself from her. She can do her thing, and I'll do mine. It's nothing personal.

In college, as I see more people following their dreams, I decided to pursue mine, AGAIN.

It's funny how the two places I want to live are complete opposites: Los Angeles and England's West Country. City life versus farm life. City versus a village. Graffiti versus fields full of sheep and cows.

Funny how things are turning out.