Ah, yes, the metaphorical rug. It's been pulled out from under me.

All of my plans have been changed on me.

It's not like I didn't have a little bit of a say in it, but after hearing all of the facts, it would have been damned insane to make a different choice.

My mom called me the other night to express concern in my previous plans for living on my own and everything in Council Bluffs. They were completely financial, which is the main part of life when going to college. So, mom presented a few alternatives to me. I ended up accepted the most practical solution, though it pains me. Honestly, it really hurts.

I was going to live with Steve, and we were both so excited. It was going to be okay, or so optimism convinced us. *sighs* After hearing my mom out, it seems that I will be going to Northeast Community College in Norfolk, and I will be living with my mom. This is being typed on a laptop that I received as a gift from mom and Jim, and I will be able to have internet access here. I also have access to the cars when I need them. This is really a good deal.

But I feel awful.

Sorry Okita-san, I kind of stole your usually journal writing style. It seemed appropriate.