There was nothing holding me down to California, other than the dislike of moving away from it.
It’s not like I had many friends there. The one’s I did have were not the kind which I would try to keep any relationship with after moving away. The only people of whom I held any strong bond to were my parents. My mother and father divorced when I was very young, but kept up a good enough relationship as my parents that it almost always felt like I had two married parents. I don’t quite know why, but mom had decided it was timely to get me somewhere safer than the streets of urban Los Angeles, without my father.
Maybe it was my hatred of change which kept me bound to California. No matter what the reason, the idea of moving was an idea I was unable