mt. marcy

Monday morning I finally spilled the beans at work and let them in on my law school plan. It went well and everyone is excited for me. Now I just have to take the plunge and leave come August first, but the thought of that makes me nauseous. My first six years here I thought Waco and Texas were major armpits, but somehow the two have won me over and for the last two years I have become hard pressed to name a place I'd rather live. In Waco I have:

• I have a roommate who is like family
• a dog I call my own but for whom I don't have to buy dog food
• a road and mountain bike I can ride to the park or to a country road easily from my back door
• a kick-a job and coworkers
• money to spend after bills have been paid and savings deposited
• No commute or traffic
  

I am crazy for choosing to leave. You'd think after living in seven cities and loving each of them that this decision wouldn't be difficult because I have eventually fallen in love with each place I have lived. Since we moved growing up, I don't want to move a lot in my adult life. I want to settle down and stick in one place. I thought Waco was that place, but it's not, so here I go.