I am excited to move to my favorite place, Florida. I want to travel and see the world. Shit, that should be my right. I am sick. I want to see the world before I die. Many of you are not sick, so you would not understand where I come from and how life is not promised to me.
Also, I got a voucher, where I can move after a year. So of course I want to move if the opportunity presents itself.
I look forward to the palm trees and being on the beach, sitting on my porch or balcony, sipping on wine and watching Markquelle have fun growing up. Me and Markquelle are going to just get up and go, leave everything behind, and start fresh. Dreams come true.
