Love the Life you Live, Live the Life you Love

Found out yesterday Utah State is offering me a $15,000 scholarship to get my masters degree there. I'm slowly but surely running out of reasons to not move to Utah in less than 2 months, regardless of whether or not I get into U. Utah or the Florida schools. I keep going back and forth between being wanting to move as soon as possible and being terrified out of my mind to blindly move to a small city in northern Utah that I've never stepped foot in.

I'm writing this blog as a preface to another blog I'm going to write later when I'm feeling more eloquent. But this weekend I'm going to ponder it in that ever-expanding bean of mine. Why is it I've spent 4 years in Boston and have no problem uprooting everything and moving across the country?  Does it reflect that I'm independent or disconnected from my environment? A lot of people in the world get very attached to things, to people, to possessions, to a place. I'm not sure if it's the circumstance of who I've met, what I have, or where I've lived, but I've never felt that. I've joked that I feel more attached to my bike than 95% of the people I've met - which is sad, but so many ways, true. Maybe it's the way I was raised. My mom always taught me to be independent, to be able to live 100% on my own, to always look out for number one. If someone was disrespecting me or making me feel anything less than what I thought I was, s...