I have returned...with news.
What can I say about the last four days? My life has (potentially) been completely upheaved.
I have a plane ticket to Houston, Texas where I have a job interview for a tech position (that I'm waaay over-qualified for) which would be part-time hours for enough money (more than my mother makes after 40 years working) that I could write full-time. I have a line (pre-qualified!) on a house that is bigger than my mother's, grandfather's and my current one combined, which has a pool, a hot tub and an apartment attached to the garage that I could legally rent out. It has three large bedrooms and a game room (or four bedrooms), 3 1/2 bathrooms and some other neat amenities. I won't say anything else that might jinx it.
I have also been corresponding with someone for over a year who would be willing to rent out the apartment and go halfsies on the utilities (no washer/dryer out there nor separate meters).
I could have a neat job, bitchin' house, a (hopefully) cool roommate, and the resources for my best writing career in a matter of weeks.
I would also be away from the area I've lived for most of my entire life, my family, my in-person friends and my overall support system. Almost every thing down there would be completely new to me.
I'm either going to jump into a very big pond and hope I don't drown or things will fall apart and I'll stay in my current comfy puddle.
I'm scared. I'm excited. I only want what is the best for me. But I would still like it all to happen.