Sure, I said I'd never post again, but I didn't sign an affidavit.

I was thinking there are a few things I should let everyone know. I wouldn't want to leave the awkward post to one of my roommates. So, here goes...

I'm moving back to Michigan. That's right, gang. Quit Caliblog and surely California will follow. For all the naysayers - you called it. I'm the first (and maybe the last) person going back to Michigan. I'm sure Billy wasn't the only one that saw it coming.

If I stayed in LA, I wouldn't be doing it for me. I'd be doing it because I was afraid of dissapointing someone. It's the wrong reason. Even for friends. It's a bad excuse for being miserable.

Are the roommates mad at me? Am I crazy with lonliness? Are my dreams of filmmaking being tossed by the wayside? No. No. And no. Everything is normal. I've just reached a point where I'm going to be more happy there than I am here.

Will I ever come back? Maybe. Who knows. I'm sure I'll try to horn in on Mike or Billy when they get famous. Hopefully one of them will let me be their personal assistant.

Maybe I didn't try hard enough to find something I enjoy. Maybe I should have given it more time. Maybe this is a bad decision all over again. I accept the possibilities.

If you really want the truth. Absolute and honest - here it is.

I was totally and completely unprepared for moving here. When I first brought up the idea, I think I was about half serious. Up until about a week before I left, I was still wondering if I'd made the right decision. Especially with the amount of opposition I encountered.

Before I knew it, I was leaving in a month. I was a bit off kilter. The only thing that kept me going was the initial excitement, which of course wore down after about a month. Before I knew it, I was in a whole new place with the same old problems. Only now I was 3,500 miles away from home.

I waited quite a while to make this decision. I wouldn't say that four months ago I was entirely stable. I wanted to go home then worse than ever. But I knew I'd have to wait until I could make a rational decision. I had to wait until I could tolerate my surroundings. Once California was bearable, I could leave it with no regrets.

November 12th, I'm taking a plane home. From November 15th to January 12th, I'll be spending some time with a friend (Pete) in Germany, then China. We'll be backpacking Europe a little bit, then going to Beijing to meet up with his wife, Marlene. I feel like this is the perfect opportunity to clear my head a little bit.

I don't really know what else to say. So... goodbye.

It's been quite an experience.