The Troubles of a Wandering Soul

I just left Boulder. Trying to fight off the terrible feeling inside has made me feel hollow inside, has left me hoping to deal with it. I have never felt so sad to leave home. Boulder was home to me for four years of my life. I made more best friends in Boulder than anywhere I have ever been. I will miss infinitely my friends on 1060 14th street, 880 18th street, and 2135 Goss street. There are more friends within walking distance than I could ever ask for in my life. I hope some day I can feel that way again. But as I watched Willie leave, I knew I had to move on. I will never forget the memories I have made and the memories I have forgotten.

I want to be in Boulder right now. However, I know to develop myself as a person I must continue moving. If I am not moving forward, I am falling behind. There is no work for me in the United States, and I need to advance my career. I always need to be moving forward and in order to do that, I have to see more of the world.

But when I think rationally, I can trace those feelings back to Flogsta 3-540. I miss Christian, Ivan, Ryan, and everyone there. Even back to high school, I miss Justin, Wren, Sarah, Mayo, and Zach. I even miss Chase and Tyler. But there is something different about Boulder -- a society of people who care about the unseen and unheard, who want to make the world a better place, who think like I do.

Every business owner I worked with was honest and caring. People passing on the street are kind and the beer flows like wine. I can't imagine a better place, and for that, I will return. I have no intention of voiding Boulder as my home. My home it is and my home it will remain. While I am sad to say goodbye, I am optimistic about my future and the places I will see.