One month until I graduate. Or at least I’m supposed to. Sometimes I don’t know if I should be optimistic and truly believe I will, or be realistic and expect something remotely cataclysmic to come along and destroy this opportunity for me to finally get out of school. I’m leaning towards optimism, however.

There are plenty of reasons I should leave Boulder. Sometimes I feel like I don’t belong. Other times I just think it would be easier to find a job elsewhere. And even more miserably, dating doesn’t come easy in this town.