When I was a sophomore in college I became very very restless.
In that "Oh god, I'm going to regret this if I don't change this" restless.
When you're 18 years young that's a very scary feeling.
So I pointed to a map.
And I moved to Colorado.
And for 5 years, I lived in Fort Collins.
aka...the best place ever.
Old town, brew fest, Colorado State, 4 for 1's, friends, bike rides...
Fort Collins had it all.
Fort Collins was my first love.
But when I graduated, I had to move on.
Because isn't that what you do when you graduate?
You break up with your 1st love and go on to find the real deal?
We still love each other, but we've grown apart..me & fort collins.
Because, when i was 22 and newly graduated, I felt that restless feeling again.
"What if I grow up soon and I don't live everywhere I could have?!"
So a year later, I moved to Annapolis.
A quaint town on the water.
Just what you need when you need a reality check.
New/Old Friends, Good food, perfect views.
But, a year passed and I had this pit in my stomach and this devil in my ear.
"move." it spoke.
So I did what any wanderer would do...
I moved to Austin.
Hey there Austin...:)
It was in Austin where I learned more about loneliness and independence than I ever had.
Loneliness in that choose to be lonely, not neglected.
Independence in that decisions are mineeee alllll mine!
Oh Austin, you and your live music, longhorn football and trailer park eateries..
You've been a good friend.
But...I must move on.
Only this time, it's not my gut telling me to move.
For the first time, it's responsibility and practicality.
Weird.
Back to NY I go.
