What can I say? The date is practically set. My parents will be in Colorado in a few short weeks to pack me up and move me home. I'm not excited. I'm not happy, but I am resigned. I keep hoping for some amazing miracle job to swoop in and keep me here. But no such miracle for me... yet. I'll not give up hope.
I have pretty much given up looking for jobs. At this point, it would need to be a pretty amazing job to keep me here. None of these just-work-there-till-you-find-something-better type of jobs. I'm all set to wither away in my parent's basement.
It will be nice to be nearer my family... and I suppose there are a few friends it will be nice to be closer to- but... it's Idaho. Worse, it's Pocatello. bleh.