Because I've been sitting in this apartment for six years.
No yard, no dog, no life.
To have a yard, to have a dog, to take care of Grant.
My family that tried to mess it up for me all the time in the past -- has moved on.
If I stay here, I rot in an apartment box, no outside, no life.
The people here are very judgmental.
I don't see a way to get a house or even love it.
Here, a person is lucky to get four weeks out of the year -- where the weather is comfortable to be outside.
And you never know when those days are gonna be.
Too cold November thru March.
Unpredictable thru April and May with much days of rain. Always a tornado threat when the weather is changing.
Cloudy and rainy in June. And then it gets too hot and humid to enjoy outside.
Hot in July and August.
Lovely in September -- but here comes the winter again.
Back to sporadic in October.
Back to winter in November.
Can't enjoy life outdoors here.
And I don't think it's healthy to live in a box all year.
So it's my last chance to get back to a life where the weather doesn't inhibit and stop and ruin every attempt to spend time outside.
I could have planned some sort of park grill out today.
But it's 40 degrees.
On May 17.
Last year, the first week of May -- it snowed.
You can't plan ANY outdoor activity here, between the weather and a work schedule --and everyone else's work schedule -- you finally give up.
This is why I am moving.