Evan is starting anew (sorta long) Tomorrow I'm packing up my computer and shipping it out. The rest of the week I'll be packing the rest of my stuff. Friday I fly to Rhode Island. Most of you have probably heard, but I haven't posted about it since it became truly official. A week from today I start work on my second college degree, a Bachelor of Fine Arts in graphic design, from the Rhode Island School of Design. This is really the most significant and important thing that I've ever done in my life. It's so vital to me that I'm putting myself $100,000 in debt to do this. This time last year I had just graduated from USC and was absolutely thrilled to finally be done with school "forever." I had been so utterly sick of going to classes for crap I didn't enjoy, stuck in the routine of "class, work, projects, sleep, repeat." I was tired of that, I was tired of a lot of my friends, I was all in all tired of myself. I had serious thoughts about dropping absolutely everything, buying a plane ticket to somewhere, and starting over, cutting off all connections from my previous life. I was just plain unhappy. My last semester at USC was when I realized I'd rather be doing graphic design for a career than computer programming. I set up a design internship for the summer and thought "yes, things are gonna change." They did, somewhat, but after my internship was over I realized that I wanted design school. It was too late to get into schools that fall, so I had a year to wait. And for the last 10 months that's what I've been doing. Waiting. I worked freelance, and liked it, and got by. But I wasn't too focused on pushing my services very far. I spent a LOT of time with my two sisters, brother in law, and nephew, all of whom I love to death. Other than that, though, I've been pretty much alone since last August. I'd occasionally go out with my sister and her friends, but I haven't met a single person on my own here in San Diego. I saw some of my friends from LA occasionally, but everyone is now kind of off doing their own thing. Most of my time has been spent doing work or otherwise keeping to myself. But all of this was a concious choice. I was just kind of idling until the wait was over, and I was so determined to get out of here that I just didn't want to start anything new here that there'd be a chance of me missing it if I left. I did all of this, and up until a week or so ago I really didn't even know if I'd actually be leaving. And now it's here. The fresh start that I've been dying for (but wasn't really sure existed) for almost two years. I'm moving 3000 miles away, to a place where I know absolutely no one, to pursue something I really love doing. No one there knows what to expect from me, and I can make first impressions that I want to make now. It's a fresh slate. I really don't want to think about what would've happened to me without this. I needed this, and I think I would have just continued downhill without it. So I won't be around much for the next week, as my computer will be getting abused in the back of some UPS truck. I will be around a bit though when I can hop on my sister's computer. Come Friday, I'm a new person.