I’m moving in 4 months to California from South Carolina. And I don’t want to. At all. I’m going to for my family. But I don’t want to. I don’t have anything for me in Charleston. Literally nothing. I have 1 friend I talk to every other month maybe. No boyfriend. No family. A shitty job. I’m completely alone. But I have never lived in a place that felt so much like home. The last 5 years I’ve been here have been the best 5 years. The thought of leaving breaks me down every single day. Zero part of me wants to move across the country. But I have to. For my mom. For my sister. For my nephew. For my grandparents. For my family. I have to.