When I left California ten years ago, I went as far as I could get with the thought to never look back. I started a new life in New York, and it was a good life. It's my life, you know?
I never intended to come back to California. But now that I'm here, I'm thinking about staying. Why the hell would I do that? My childhood was miserable, there's so few good memories here for me.
I came back for my mother's funeral. I didn't come back to stay. But there's something...holding me here. I can't rally explain it even though I feel it. It's like I've already forgotten my life in New York.
So, yeah. Hi. I'm Alex. And I'm staying.