A moment of clarity came to me this afternoon while I was riding my bike. It’s come to that time when I either need to accept that this is my life and stop feeling sorry for myself or get the hell out of here. As much as I have found some sort of sick pleasure in dreaming about what I would do if I left, where I would go, who I would see, I realized that I don’t actually want to leave. I want to stay for the experience, for the friendships, and yes, that line on my resume. I’ve let myself have a pity party for a while now, but now it’s time to suck it up and be ok with being here and all that entails.