There is always a new chapter to be written...

I am 23, a college graduate, and like to think I'm an intellectual.

Last week I packed up my things, after working in Manhattan for the better part of a year, and moved to my hometown, in Indiana. I keep asking myself, "what would possibly possess a person to make this kind of decision?" Especially since the last year has been a special time for personal growth and independence. Freedom was not necessarily a completely new concept for me, but I was able to become a stronger woman who took the liberty of exploration and cultural education that a place like New York City can offer. I have struggled terribly with the choice to leave a place that has infused various cultures, new means of social activity, entertainment and what felt like a dating phenomena into my life.

So here I am, back in my hometown and waiting to have another personal revolution.

Why did I leave? I certainly wasn't failing or having difficulty making it financially.

I knew when I moved there, in the beginning, that I was not finished with my education. However, I had no idea that I would find the opportunity or feel the need to return to college so quickly.

So this is what I'm doing: Pursuing the education that will suit my intellectual desires and enabling myself to become the person I wish to be. At some point of time, hopefully, I'll be able to make a difference for or to someone.

Nothing wrong with a little cliché now and then. ;-)