Moving Life

In the past seven months I have moved my life three times. The first being the transition from undergraduate life, graduating, back home. This move was the hardest due to the ridiculous amount of shit that I had accumulated over the past three years of living in the same apartment. The second being the slightly risky move with no job down to Chicago pursuing something outside of small town America. The second move was more exciting than it was difficult, packed up what would fit into my vehicle and moved into an extra room my cousin had vacant. Relatively easy move being that I moved in with an extended family member, however weird his family may be. (That's a whole separate issue.) Finally, the third move that is taking place is happening tomorrow - from Chicago to Fenton. Not exciting whatsoever but mandatory at the time. 

The initial move from school to home was rather relieving in that I was done with the undergrad life a year or so prior to that anyway. Looking to do something that actually mattered, other than study for some pointless exam that will not help me in the business world anyway. Yes, I understand the thought of teaching hard work, preparation, details, organization, etc., but how is knowing which literary work best relates to art-deco architecture really going to help?? Deals get done by people who know their product, competition, capabilities, and customer, not the bonehead who is afraid of people but happens to have a 4.0. A good portion of the successful people I have met, that is individuals who own and grew their own business, don't have a college education and happen to be overwhelmingly intelligent. Not to discredit education but that shalt not be the sole factor. Point of my rambling: hard work and knowledge trump book smarts. 

Moving from home to Chicago was easy. The city is new, exciting, unknown, uncharted, mysterious, etc.. Everything one might want in a place where they don't have to drive in order to find some form of life. Yes, Fenton has its moments but it is fairly barren for the excited people people. Onto the next - Moving from Chicago back home is slightly more difficult. Leaving some good friends, something to do on weekdays, random schizophrenics on the bus, good public transport, acceptable tapas outside of Spain, diverse things to do, a great blues bar - Kingston Mines, every different type of person one could imagine, more than one good restaurant, a beautiful lake, runs where you never see the same things/people, blah blah blah, the list could be as long as this entire page. 

The first week back should be very interesting. Halfway excited, that may be an exaggeration. Ha