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I must say... I'm excited. I just got out of college, a fresh new face to the world of hotel and restaurant management. Though not really a prestigious degree or anything of that mark, it's from Princeton. I'm excited to start making some cash and getting my name out there.

What really excites me though is I finally get to spread my wings. All my life I've been watched over by my parents so that I didn't screw up, even in college they demanded I call constantly! Well those days are over now, I found a small little house and business hundreds of miles away in a small little city. Though it's not what some would consider ideal considering I have an ivy league degree, it's got that level of under the radar, off the chart kind of stuff that makes me eager. I just want to get away from so many people, the pressure of it all. Everyone watching you and waiting for you to mess up gets to a person.

It's not that I hate people, I just hate the pressure and big city life I've had ever since I was a kid, and the helicopter parents always telling me what to do and when. Some peace and quiet will do me a world of wonder.

I get to see it tomorrow, and I'm bringing all I care to with me. I hope I haven't forgotten anything; I never want to see this city or anyone in it ever again.

August 17th, 2011

I got to see this house today, and it's not quite what I anticipated. It's large, larger than you'd think, buried deep in Arizona's back woods, a couple miles out of Jerome, Arizona. The opportunity itself was in the town, but I was ok with a small drive or bike ride every day.

The scenery well... it was straight desert as far as the eye could see, but the barrenness of it all was welcoming. If you kept to yourself you were fine, no pressure to do anything or impress anyone. Perfect. No more extrinsic motivational drive to satisfy anyone else, I'm as fine as fine can be.

The house itself was old, like what you'd see in an old west film. I would enjoy living here, the simplicity was astounding, just what I had been looking for.

August 21st, 2011

I've begun settling in. I paid off the incredibly small amount of money the house cost, and checked out the business location. It was meager, but would work for a small eatery for the local folk. The people were nice, everyone knew each other by name, so reputation would spread quickly.

The house is incredible. There's an old dial phone, and no Internet to be seen. What's even more odd is that it seems to be in remarkable condition, no rust or anything like that, like something from a time machine. It's barren, and quiet. I think I may neglect my cell phone bill, falling off the face of the earth is the only way to really get into this kind of life. My parents couldn't understand that, so I'll let them know before I "cut the cord". It even has its own old antique furniture, I didn't have to buy a thing before moving in here.

August 22nd, 2011

I've settled in and set up a business. It's going well, lots of customers despite the small town, and the atmosphere is awesome. Some may call it stale, but it feels like the old west. The metropolis to the south isn't the best to have there, but no one really bothers us. It's like no one even knows we exist!

I haven't talked to mom or dad or anyone I used to know since a couple days after my last entry. I don't know if they're worried or not, but they're going to have a hard time finding me. Which I'm OK with.

The house is as great as ever, but it's odd, I keep waking up to noises in the house. Nothing big, small creaks and cracks from the floor, but I could swear I heard furniture moving ever so slightly downstairs when I woke last night. Not only that, but this morning there were scratch marks on the floor.