 We eventually got a house up there and pretty much me smoking weed every day and not really doing anything with my life. I was working a minimum wage job up there and very, very, very empty. I thought it was going to be a great time. I thought I was going to have a party up there and I found no joy in it whatsoever. After six months, I was sick of it and ready to leave. I could not wait to get out of there. I remember crying for the first time since I left my parents' house.