...soooooorta... It's more like a mutual decision. She has every right to be sick of me at this point... and, well, I've been wanting to get out myself. Backstory y'all don't really care about: See, I've been looking for work for quite some time now (as I quit my job over two-and-and-a-half years ago, have found nothing since), and have been scratching by on the occasional freelance gig... and, well, our relationship hit a wall soon after I was out of work, so we've been sticking it out for quite some time to get by financially. But anywho, three of the five guys in my band recently got a house up in Vancouver, Washington, and they'll take my freeloading ass in, so in the interest of sanity for the both of us, I'm moving up there. Seriously, she's been more than kind to put up with a broken relationship for so long, by keeping me from having to abandon my town and peeps to go back to Phoenix to live with my mom until this recession shit blows over (if it ever does ). She (the girlfriend) lost her job about three months ago, so the best of luck to her in getting back on her feet as well. The good side of things is this will be uber-conducive to band's progress (not to mention all our other pipe dream projects), having most of the members and all our stuff under one roof! Also, I'm technically and effectively single now (the living together in a one bedroom apartment thing made any other option a bit awkward), so feel free to send the PDX-area smashable my way.