I'm not going to lie,
I don't want to leave Colorado. I am getting a little nervous about my internship this summer in DC. I'm excited but I really don't like the idea of being away from Colorado, my friends, my family, my romance, my dogs and smelly gay cat, and all the fun everyone is going to be having this summer with out me. May be it's just cold feet or maybe pre-flight jitters. I mean, Marissa had them, and now she's in fucking England. Yes, fucking England. I got an email today, requesting about my availability for the summer program, and I have to admit, seeing it down on paper, made it seem like a really really long time.
OH well, I guess this is part of growing up.
I will do it if everything falls into place, like it has been.
I expect to learn a lot out there, meet a thousand new people, and return to Colorado being, perhaps 80 to 90% more of an eligible bachelor and at least 15-20% more suitable for marriage.
Oh, and a beard. No, I lied. I can not grow a beard.
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