It’s not that hard to figure out that although I came to Purdue for the people, the project, and the degree, I didn’t really come here for the location.  Admittedly, I don’t really explore too much beyond town, and maybe that’s my fault.  But I don’t feel like I fit here, land wise.  There are no views, few trees, even fewer streams (one river, which I’m thankful for), no rolling hills, no sheep.  Don’t get me wrong, there are plenty of little things that make me happy about being outside here, I don’t feel connected to my space.

Wisconsin will always be home, and Minnesota too, it’s pretty similar I suppose.  I want to go back there eventually, but I want to find my own spot before that.  This isn’t it.  I’m confident that I will eventually find a place that feels like me.  I got close once, without being so foreign (i.e. tropical) that everything was too exciting and unfamiliar.

Regardless of where I go next, it won’t be here after this summer.  I have my goals, I have my dreams of where I think I want to be.  In order to accomplish those goals and get somewhere I feel connected to, to give me back my sense of place, I need to graduate.  And to graduate, I need to write.  Write then defend what I write.

I’ll get it done, I know I will.  But no wonder I’m not sleeping.