Six years ago I jammed all of my stuff into a tiny Saturn and drove from Utah to Tallahassee. I lived alone (except for my Xbox) in a total dump. I thought I had it good.
I'm leaving tomorrow in a very different fashion. I have a wife and two kids, and a house full of furniture. Our truck will be filled with old diaper boxes we've packed full of stuff. I know what a duvet is. I know what throw-pillows are. Worse: I care what they look like. My stomach is bigger and my arms are smaller (but my lungs and liver are probably in better shape).
Sure, I got a degree while I was here, but the biggest change: I've been domesticated.
