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This isI've always felt it inside e, and pursuing other paths, but I could never push music out of my life

For two years I studied accounting at coe, but not once did I ever feel like I do when I hold a guitar Holding a guitar feels natural,above a microphone feels perfect

Eventually this desire, this need to play for everyone to see, took over, and I uprooted my life to follow my dream

I won't regret this I'

Following the directions, the city lights start to fade, and the buildings become darker Diet froris around me look

Pulling down a small, one-way street, the GPS tellsthe car in the lot, I look up at the building confused

This doesn't look anything like the pictures online

Pulling out es the realtor sent me, and compare them They look completely different What I have onat

I thought I was renting a vintage, turn of the century apartment, with lots of character A pretty, blue double door with iron hinges Broad, front steps, and a cobble stone driveway Arched ith a high-pitched roof

Except, what I see is nothing like the pictures I'reen bushes or cute arched s that open in the center like a villa in Italy There isn't a cobblestone ay or a front door that even resembles the one in the picture

Instead, I'm met with old brick and crackedlike spider webs up the side of the building It's dark, dis the internet instantly

It's only temporary, Heather

Clis fro late I've been driving for hours, and I already paid for the first and last ned via email, so I can't back out of this now I can't afford to lose all that o anywhere else

Standing at the front door, I look up, sucking in a sad breath The light fixture is filled with dead bugs, and giant cobwebs streak the walls Cringing to myself, I s the lu over my eyes

I should have done better research There's no one else to blame but myself