It's the morning, the first morning of my post-graduation, Western life. I am sitting in a cafe, listening to people chattering, the rustle of newspapers and the chaos of cafe life. I am slightly east of the Continental Divide, looking, as we speak, at MOUNTAINS, beautiful, tree-covered, sunny MOUNTAINS which are in - literally - my back yard, feeling Western, with an Akubra hat perched rakishly (well, silly-ly) on my head.
I am unemployed. I have not yet moved in to my new room. I feel scared and ecstatic in about equal proportions.
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