decision made.

I'm leaving the pirate house. I've started moving my stuff and informed Sean, and am in the midst of setting up my studio in another temporary living-space adventure. While this seems to be the best option right now and copacetic with everyone involved, I hate feeling like a freeloader. It does, however, feel really nice to be doing something, anything at all different. It will feel good to get rid of some stuff. It will be good to save some more money. I will miss my loft and my blue walls and some of my housemates though. It's a cool house in many ways, but it's not for me anymore.