Departure

This post is going to be pretty short. I had a crazy day today, and I'm currently packing for a month stay in Houston. One bag may be a problem.

I must admit, I've been feeling pretty forlorn today. I love this place. This town and the valley is truly my home, and I know that I'll be missing it from the moment that plane takes off. And as I've always said about this place, the best part of vacation is coming home. But first you have to leave.

And that's what I'm doing. I'm going somewhere to learn new things about myself, to meet new people, and to see what I can do in the bigger world. It's easy to get stuck in a place because of a conceived lack of alternatives. I truly loved the time I've spent here, and I adore Crested Butte, but I'm also twenty five with no juicy job prospects and a (relatively worthless in this economy) college degree. It's time to move on and see what's possible somewhere else.

If this seems like some sort of grand justification for leaving, you're right. It is. Because I've been feeling maudlin all day, on the verge of tears, and questioning my decision. But, pardon my french, dammit, I'm going for it.

This is all for the night. I'll leave you with something that has made me sad/happy in the way that only really depressing music can. I refuse to be this person any longer. Time to break out of the shell.