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The Isolation

A couple days ago a guy named Sebastian Marshall wrote an excellent post called, "The Million Dollar Question". It spoke to me in a way that blog posts rarely do, and prompted me to write this post.

In the post, Sebastian is sitting by a train station, watching normal people go by, happily executing their normal lives. "I don't get to have this," he says. That's how I've always felt, too.

There are a great many benefits associated with living an unusual life. Those are fun to talk about because they can be inspiring, amusing, and provide readers with a sort of voyeuristic pleasure. Talking about the hidden downsides isn't much fun, but probably warrants some discussion, at least for the sake of being comprehensive.

My two separate-but-fused lives

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For the past eight months I was dreaming of returning home to the West Coast. Having been born and raised on the West Coast, and having spent my freshman year of college on the East Coast, I couldn't help but miss the Pacific Ocean, the Cascade mountains, my suburban coast town, and the laid-back culture.

Not to say that I didn't enjoy my time at school, or even that I was homesick. I don't think I was. I love my university. The people are friendly, the city is bustling, and there are more opportunities than imaginable. I'm excited to return in the fall. I never spent extended periods of time wishing I was at home, but there were certainly things I missed, and my Californian friend and I had no problem bragging about the west side for a good ten minutes while our East Coast friends rolled their eyes and made comments like "You chose to come here" followed by the cliche "I really want to go to Hollywood, take me home in your suitcase."

Now that I've returned to my beloved West Coast, I find myself sitting around in my house and doing absolutely nothing. I've got a job lined up, but it doesn't start until June. My friends who stayed in state for school are only home on the weekends. As a result, my day consists of sleeping until noon, rolling out of bed at about one, drinking coffee and starting my day as my high school brother arrives home from his productive day, watching tv, eating lunch, walking the dog, and then watching Friends and movies until the wee hours of the morning. Repeat.

This kind of couch potato life kills me. I'm the kind of person who is always on the move.

And as I sit here, doing pretty much nothing, I find myself wondering, what would I be doing if I was at school right now? I stay away from the party scene, so my Friday nights and weekends consisted of movie marathons, trips downtown, late night food runs, sporting events, and hallway chats. I'm not school sick, but there are definitely things I miss about it.

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