So much for being unique

So I've decided to give in to one of the Internet trends I swore I wouldn't. Online journalism. But it's not Facebook, so I'm still OK with it. Plus, I find it's a new procrastination to Grad School applications. (Why do you require 8 essays Drexel??)

I don't expect to keep up with this, nor do I expect any highly profound epiphanies to come of this. But it seemed like a good thing to start on a boring Monday night after a couple glasses of wine. I can only hope that it helps me put some of my own scattered thoughts together. That's what this year's for, right?

As for now, for those who are unaware of my situation, I am currently living in Avon, Colorado. A stone's throw away from one of the most renowned ski resorts in the country, Vail. I could not imagine a more beautiful place. After graduation from Penn State this past May, I realized that school was not an option for September. Besides the fact that I had not applied anywhere, and no where would really want me anyway, I couldn't bring myself to accept that I was ready for another 10 years of school (including Medical School, residencies, and all that jazz). So, seeing that I did not want to spend another year in New Jersey or Pennsylvania, I high-tailed it out in my brand new Mitsubishi Outlander (love you Dad) towards the colorful state. I had a best friend with me which made the drive all that more feasible, along with the stop in breathtaking Michigan. However, after dropping him off at Denver International Airport a few days later, I was on my own, in a really big state, where I knew no one except my 23 year old male roomate whom I had met on the Internet a couple months before I got out here. The first couple weeks were some of the loneliest in my life, and I don't think I've ever been quite as terrified as I was during that time. However, I'm still alive (no my roomate did not kill me) and I have a job (at a brewery no less). I left amazing lifelong friends and my entire family, but I still maintain I made the right decision with coming out here. Hell, what's 2000 miles, right?

I'll more than likely end up on the East Coast next year due to academic reasons. If I can't live in the mountains, I don't want to be in the Midwest. I'm coming to terms with that decision, and this is even before ski season has hit. I'll just have to wait until I'm 65 years old when I'm a rich doctor and the kids have left the house to buy a 20 million dollar home on the side of a mountain out here. It'll be worth it in the end.

It snowed a foot today and there's supposed to be more as the week goes on. Vail opens its lifts Friday and you can be sure I'll be one of the idiot locals buying a one day pass because my season one hasn't come in yet.

O, and I finally bought a snow shovel.