Please Tell Me Why I Did This Again?

Can someone please tell me why I did this? Please!! Why did I leave my girlfriend, my apartment and the cosmopolitan political excitement of Washington D.C.? Why did I turn down (well, more like postpone) a six-figure job, and move all the way across the country to live in the last bastion of the Wild West for two years? Why did I take a job that -- while very prestigious -- pays a third of what my firm would and leave me probably as much in debt (if not more) than when I started?

OK... granted, it's a fantastic job. I'm going to do substantive work that (while I cannot discuss it) will be great experience and really help me out the rest of my career (so they say). Moreover, my boss is stupendous, my co-workers are good people, and the hours are manageable. The weather is also good, the view from my apartment is spectacular, and the temperament of the people so far agrees with me (those I can understand at least).

But here I am, all the way over here, with the last four years of my life all the way over there. In my life, I've already moved more times than I can remember. Since I was two, I've been jumping all over the planet, staying here and there for a few years, and once again I find myself on Mountain Standard Time. I don't care what anyone says. It never gets easy.

It never gets easy.