The time has come, I think, to put central Pennsylvania behind me and look for somewhere else to live. I know that I say something to this effect almost every winter, but this time I think I mean it. Lately, it feels like the only thing keeping me here is the memory of the things that used to keep me here. I’m not fond of the weather, my job isn’t going to lead me anywhere I want to go, and all but one or two friends have moved away. Even with the Monty Python Society, my one real outlet and group of friends, I find myself retelling the same old stories more and more. I enjoy the meetings and what we’re doing this semester, but I know it’s not the same. I’ve become the guy who hangs around after graduation because he doesn’t know where else to go. There’s nowhere else I really want to go — no one place I’ve looked at and thought, wow, I sure wish I could live there — but I think it would be better for me if I didn’t stay. Any suggestions?
March suddenly feels awfully late to be deciding this.