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So, it's been eight years, one month, since graduating high school, four years, one month since graduating college, three years and ten months since first moving to cincinnati, one year, one month since passing exams and moving towards candidacy, and eight months, seven days since losing my father. All I can do is shrug.

I think Alex moved to Kentucky for his residency, but I'm not sure, and I try not to really care. Nikolai is now my housemate, but only until I move back to Michigan. I have a job waiting for me, although I think I'm going to need one more to really make it. Since the job is teaching one 3-cr course down in Toledo, I don't think that trying to find one more small thing will be a problem. I am looking forward to being closer to my family, and I'll feel better being where I can help my mom out, but at the same time, the whole idea of moving back home doesn't do much for my pride.

In any case, I can't help but have the feeling that I just don't belong. I don't belong here. I also feel like living in Cincinnati has been a waste of the past four years. I wish that something could happen between now and then that will show me that the time I spent here was not for nothing.