I know this will come as a huge shock to you people... but I have no idea what the hell I'm doing. In the last two years, I've divorced, lived on my own for the first time ever, gained financial freedom, lost my job, got a new one, got robbed, and the entire time I didn't want to move back to Oregon because that would be giving up. Giving up what, I'm not sure, it just didn't feel right. I like Greensboro, I love my friends, and I feel pretty well established here. I'm not exactly sure what or when it all changed but I woke up one day and just thought "Damn, I miss my family" and that was it. I told Natalie and all of a sudden I have a blog, the first stages of a plan, some random emails from moving companies, and a timeline. I use the term "timeline" loosely because Natalie and I cannot count to 18 to save our lives. She and I have been trying to figure out when my contract is going to end. It's an 18-month contract - should be easy ri...