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Y'know, after I graduated, I thought about a lot of different places I could go to live. I could try to find a job in Naples, staying near the people I knew down there, staying involved with my TaeKwonDo school. I could go back up to New York, back to my roots in the Buffalo area, back to that whole world and culture that felt more my own than any other place's. I could go to Mississippi where my mom was moving, stay near her. I could move somewhere else entirely, start fresh, turn over a new leaf and see what I could write with a blank slate. But instead I came here. I came back to North Carolina. There wasn't work in Chapel Hill, but I figured Raleigh was close enough that it really made no difference - certainly compared with living in another state.
I think most of me had decided that almost as soon as I started college. I still wasn't sure last summer, there was still some decision to be made of course, but I wasn't really unbiased. Because somewhere, way back along the line, I had assumed that I would make these friendships in college that would be the ones that would last me the rest of my life. And so when I got out of college I would want to stay near those people. That's why I moved to Raleigh, to a city where I knew nobody and had no connections whatsoever. Because it was as close as I could feasibly get to Chapel Hill and all those friends that I had once assumed I would have, and I wanted to still be able to get together and do things with all those friends I had once assumed I would have, and I somehow failed to go back and erase those assumptions and acknowledge that I hadn't ended up graduating with any real friends at all.
Maybe I'll try Wyoming.
I think most of me had decided that almost as soon as I started college. I still wasn't sure last summer, there was still some decision to be made of course, but I wasn't really unbiased. Because somewhere, way back along the line, I had assumed that I would make these friendships in college that would be the ones that would last me the rest of my life. And so when I got out of college I would want to stay near those people. That's why I moved to Raleigh, to a city where I knew nobody and had no connections whatsoever. Because it was as close as I could feasibly get to Chapel Hill and all those friends that I had once assumed I would have, and I wanted to still be able to get together and do things with all those friends I had once assumed I would have, and I somehow failed to go back and erase those assumptions and acknowledge that I hadn't ended up graduating with any real friends at all.
Maybe I'll try Wyoming.