A beginning

"Why Colorado?" I'm constantly asked. "Why not?" is my simple response. I live in the middle of the Midwest, and all that entails. I feel that there is such a lack of open-mindedness, curiousity, and zest here that I'm beginning to sense an essence of suffocation and stagnation. I've lived in this general vicinity (changing only for school, a guy and a job; and unfortunately, in that order) my whole life, but never felt that I've 'fit' here. I'm liberal - a major strike, adventurous - seemingly a rarity here, and, at 25, remain unmarried with no children - almost a death sentence. As my friends pair off and procreate, I wonder that I'll be the old maid English teacher forever. Not that I don't love my job. I find joy on a daily basis from what I do: interacting with the future, while showing them the boundless possibilities in literature (which they seldom recognize at this point in their lives) is, in and of itself, a rewarding experience. But I'm plagued by this itch that I've got to get out to find my 'purpose'. So, I'm (hopefully) striking out to graduate school to pursue two Master's degrees at a major university in Colorado. As I anticipate and eventually undergo this move, I hope to chronicle the events here to possibly sort out the ultimate explanation for why I've made this decision. At this point, the definition remains to be that I love the aspect of Colorado in general; the people, the scenery, the mentality of the 'green' lifestyle, the accessibility to the outdoors; and also that I can't wait to be a student again to devote time to research, reading, and furthering those academic pursuits. I've always been a person unafraid of change. The ability to throw caution the wind and embrace change has always been an unusual quirk of mine. So, on this, an uneventful and unaccompanied Valentine's Day of 2009, I begin my quest for a new search. Also, still waiting on a response as to whether or not I actually got accepted into said grad school, so we'll see about that won't we?