twenty-something

I walked out of the Waterman building today, and outside, it was just beautiful. Mild -- cold, but mild. Snowy. Beautiful. The bells started ringing almost immediately -- 4:30 -- over at Ira Allen Chapel. Almost enough to make me want to stay here forever. Almost.

I had just dropped an application in the mail. To a job in Boston. A carefully crafted cover letter and my resume (along with a bag of microwave popcorn and a whole lot of hope and fear) is now on it's way to some office in Beantown that could, maybe, just maybe, become a big part of my near future.

Now it seems that everything is screaming, "You're gonna miss me!" Buildings, sidewalks, trees, bars... But in a good way, ya know? Almost telling me, it's great here -- I will miss it terribly -- but now is the time to go.

I know I'm counting my eggs. But I'm excited. Terrified -- of rejection, of acceptance -- but excited.

Fingers crossed.

(It's a recycled image, but you get the picture.)