They say an era is defined as a significant period of time. And whether or not my time in Milwaukee was significant, it's definitely the end of an era. I've decided to cut my losses and move back to Tucson.
I held out for as long as I could to continue my stay in the mid-west, but I guess, it just wasn't meant to be. Technically, I could stay for about another month and a half, but do I really want to stay around for more rejection? What am I, a masochist?
I could be stubborn, because I know firsthand, that sometimes being stubborn does pay off in the end. But I also know that being too stubborn can blind sight you and make you lose sight of your original goals.
I'm really gonna miss this place. It was the first time I ever got to live on my own. I learned how to cook, thanks to the wonderful hosts on the Food Network who kept me company those long days I spent emailing my resume. I learned that the word, "budget" actually does exist and that it's not just some crazy thing, people made up when explaining why they buy shoes at the supermarket. And most of all, I learned just how hard out here it is fo' a pimp.
I'm gonna miss the people that I met here. All but one. And I'm gonna miss not being able to spend the summer with them and attend all the great festivals Milwaukee is home to during the summer. But, I am excited about going home. As coincidence would have it, Mike Lightyear Sr., the grandfather of Blu, who took a liking to me during my brief unemployment in Milwaukee , asked me if I would be willing to drive his gold Jaguar back to Tucson, pick up his white Cadillac and drive it back to Milwaukee. All expenses paid. I already had my plane ticket and was in the middle of trying to decide how I would get my stuff back home, when Mike called. It was like a prayer answered. I've always wanted to take a trip along Route 66, ever since The Cheetah Girls sang about it in the cult classic, Cars. I, of course, jest. I've actually wanted to cruise 'the mother road' ever since I read about it in "The Grapes of Wrath," my sophomore year and now I have the chance.
Some may say, I'm just giving up and that I should hold in there just a little bit longer, but, no. It's time for me to move on. I don't know yet how living in Milwaukee will impact my life altogether, but I do know I wouldn't change it for the world.
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