and flowers in your hair

As I sit here, drinking the last of my beer, my After the Storm playcount has finally topped 1,000. This is can only mean one thing: I'm sad. With my hours getting cut left and right, and the gloomy post-holiday retail ahead with no luck finding other work, I think I have to accept that my time here is coming to an end. I was trying to hold off until May 1, when my lease is actually up (and I thought I would have a plan and money by then! Oh naive little me), but I probably won't make it. I'll have to buck up and break my cardinal rule: never live in Ohio again. Alas, I shouldn't feel too sad. I'll make the most of what I can, and try to remember, "And what may seem like a series of unfortunate events, may in fact be the first steps of a journey".