Here's looking at you, Florida

Ever since I came back from my three-month hiatus to Detroit, I've been nothing but miserable. It's my hometown, true enough. But it's a drag, my apartment has roaches because management is full of douchbags, I pay car insurance out the ass, etc.

In short, I'm ready to move on. I can't stand these people, their mentalities.

For some dumbass reason, I'm trusting my boyfriend. I'm trusting in him and we're moving to Florida in a year, to Jacksonville or right outside of it, like Ponte Vedra. I know Ponte is expensive, but so is living in this deathtrap of what was once a thriving industrial city in the 1950s.

I talked to a top editor at a paper here. He knows I want to be an editor. I told him where I want to go. He said he'd look out for me. I know I have the skills, the connects and the charisma to bring my dream to life. Now I just need to save $10K in cash, and I'll be straight.

And J don't play no games! I will have at least $10K by the time I leave.