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Irony of the Day: Sitting in a Barnes and Noble Cafe and hearing Mike Doughty from Soul Coughing sing “Busting up a Starbux” on the store’s music selection.

I love it.

Here I sit. It’s the last night/morning at my apartment in Huntingdon. It might not seem like it’s a big deal, but I’ve started to realize that it really is. This little town in the middle of nowhwere has become my second home. It was my second home. I’ve spent 1/4 of my life here and now I’m moving on.

Tonight I went to Boxer’s for the last time until who knows when. I ran into a couple people who went to school with me and we briefly chatted about how much people miss places like this. As much as I’ve bitched about how there isn’t anything to do around here, it’s really a good place. The people make it a good place. It’s a good place to go to a pub and down a couple pints of Guinness while discussing music with the bartender and realizing that you’re the only person there and the bartender hasn’t kicked you out yet. It’s a good place to go to the diner and chat with someone you don’t even know who is just happy to talk to anyone. It’s just a good place. Sometimes I wonder if I’ll make it in the city. I’ll find out soon enough.

I’m kind of at a loss for words about this whole thing right now. Like I said, it shouldn’t seem like this would be a big deal but when it comes down to it, I’m a small town boy off to the big city. I think about people I’ve talked to who have lived and worked all over the world and I’m starting to realize that this might just be the beginning for me. Sure, I’ve done my share of traveling and seen my share of other cities and countries, but this is a whole different realm. I don’t know where it’s going to lead me, but it excites and scares the crap out of me all at once.

I’ve met a lot of great people over the past 6 years here, and I don’t think that is going to change.