So, if you can’t tell, things are about to get a little real for Will here. For the most part, he’s been encountering mostly contained and controlled situations—this is his first real encounter that doesn’t have Stranger pulling the strings, or at the very least making sure things don’t go wrong. Reality doesn’t hold back.

Anyway, I briefly mentioned something last week about an announcement that has to do with my personal life. Previously I had been putting off saying anything in public forum, but as of last week, the secret is out. I’m going to tell you guys pretty much exactly what I told my closest family and friends.

It’s not secret that lately I’ve been going through a lot of grief and depression after Dalin left me in February. I’ve had a large lapse in confidence after experiencing that rejection and did a lot of thinking of what I want in life. I’ve made some major changes as of late, and I’ve actually started to regain happiness in my life for the first time in a while. I’m happy with my job, I’m making and saving money, and most importantly, I’ve been creative and working on this comic and other projects and hobbies again—the absence of which had been eating away at my very soul for the better part of the last year.

But, in the wake of everything, I’ve done a lot of thinking about what I want and where I am heading in my life, and the ultimate conclusion I’ve come to is that I don’t belong in New York. For as far back as I can remember, this place hasn’t ever truly felt right to me, and I think I’m nearing a point in my life where I can finally start searching for a place that does.

I was talking to my friends Zach and Lizy, and they mentioned they had an open room in their new apartment in Glendale, Arizona. They offered it to me. Every fiber of my being is telling me this is where I belong right now.

I accepted the offer. I’m moving on August 8th (hopefully).

In some way, I’ll admit I feel like I’m running from some things. Bad memories, experiences, and people. There’s too much negativity I’ve held onto for a long time. However, that’s not to say that there aren’t many people here, friends and family, who I love immensely. Simply put, I just can’t let anything or anyone, good or bad, hold me here anymore.

I am going to do my best to not let this transition affect the comic. I have a bunch of pages completed already on this issue, and with my Nerf project completed (vote for me here!) I will have the time to get back to working on comic pages to make sure I have even more of a buffer. The only change that may occur is, to better coincide with my life adapting to it, the comic will likely switch to a PST update schedule, meaning the comic will update 3 hours later than previously. Depending on how much of a buffer I can build, I might just keep it normal. For now, that’s up in the air.

And that’s all for today. I’ll see you beautiful people next Tuesday with more Waking Up Dead.