One hell of an adventure

So... it's almost that time.  My time in Wyoming is nearly up, and I am as stressed as I've ever been.  I keep telling myself it's a good thing I've already had shingles, because now would be perfect for me to get it.  I feel like the field that I'm attempting to make a career in is not for me, but it's far too late in the game to change that, and I do want to pursue it.  It may be hard since the professor that I've had for my GIS classes likely thinks I'm a dumbasss and an emotional mess at this point, but whatever.  I just have to get through one defense tomorrow, finish a spatial modeling lab, edit an annotated bibliography, do a short writeup for the python code I've been working on, and actually finish the code (those last four things are for the one class I'm taking).  I'm almost there... so close I can see the light.

Next Thursday I pack all my worldly belongings into a trailer, and on Friday afternoon I head east, and then south, as fast as my 1996 Jeep and a full trailer will carry me... which is only 55mph, but whatever.  It's faster than I have been going to leave Laramie.  And I am ready to leave this place- it's been fun, and sometimes it's sucked, and I've been pretty lonely, but it's definitely been an adventure.  I've gotten to see and do things I never thought I would, and it's shown me that I want to stay in the West, at least for a  couple more years (but first, must get a job).  I've also learned a lot while out here- like the kinds of climates I like (not Laramie- it's too cold and windy, but I do like snow; and not the South- it's too hot and humid there.  I realize I've now discarded the majority of the United States), the kinds of outdoorsy things I can and/or are willing to do, and the people that matter in my life.  There's nothing like moving half way across the country to learn who your friends really are (probably my toughest lesson as I want everyone I love to love me the same, but that isn't how life works).

So, it's definitely been an adventure, and not one I regret.  I thought I regretted coming out here and leaving the South, but really I don't.  It got me out of the box that I was in in Atlanta and showed me that I can survive somewhere else.  It also taught me I'm not quite ready to head back there either- I'm finally ready for a new adventure somewhere else.  I guess I'll have to see where I end up, but hopefully it's on this side of the country :)