Don't know when I'll be back again

Some of my friends have been bitching about the lack of updates. On the one hand, I suppose it's nice to be loved. What I still don't quite get is the fact that I'm neither funny nor clever, so I don't really know what they're looking for. I guess when your job sucks, even my bullshit monotony is a distraction.

So I'm leaving in a month now. I've spent a while now talking up my departure, since I never planned on spending as much time as I have here, and have complained about it more or less since I got here (fucking midwestern hicks [don't worry, you don't get it]). One day when I was bored in stats class I figured that on Sept. 12 I would have spend 1/4 of my life here. I'll miss that "goal", but can't deny that my stay in the midwest has had an impact on the person I am. The nature of that impact remains to be seen, and aside from the normal growing up that takes place during the college years, I'm not sure it's been beneficial.

This isn't to say that I don't care about the friends I've made, but all along I've know I'm out of place. My efforts to recruit other to join me in the coastal lifestyle have failed, and though I disagree, I understand the reluctance. It's a big, scary world, and it sure is safe in Minnesota. Sometimes safe just isn't enough, though.