I don't know if you guys know this, but I'm in a military family. My step-dad's been in the Army since 2002. From what I can recall, he joined so he could help stop the terrorists in the Middle East (9/11 was recent back then). What this means is that, every now and then, we get orders to move to different military bases. The first move (October 23, 2004) was to Germany, and the second move (August 1, 2007) was to Western Washington. At this point, we have five options.
- We stay here.
- We go to Arizona.
- We go to Connecticut.
- We go to Texas.
- We wait in Texas for a year while my step-dad is in Korea.
At the same time, Texas is my home state. It's where I spent a good chunk of my childhood, and it's where all of my earliest memories live. Say what you want about my hometown, but I will love it for as long as I live. It may be a poor little city outside of Houston that nobody knows, but it's my poor little city outside of Houston that nobody knows. No matter what, I will always see myself as a small town boy.
If you're wondering about the family feud thing, I'm afraid I'll have to keep that mostly under wraps. All you need to know is that it directly involves me and an old house that everyone wants.
This dilemma gets closer and closer with every passing moment. I've had way too much to think about lately, and that's why I haven't been making as many videos lately. I know you guys understand, though, and I'm grateful to have fans as patient as you have proven to be.
Thanks for reading, and, as always, take care. :)
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