It's funny how things work out. Sometimes it seems like life's got a cruel sense of humor. When I came out here from San Fran to go to school at VTU, I thought this place was antiquated, filled with ignorant hillbillies. I hated it.
Eventually, I guess I got over myself. It turns out, people are people. Brains aren't regional and our birthplace doesn't define us. I decided that once I graduated, I'd really explore West Virginia. I'd go out there and be a photojournalist, just like I've always dreamed.
I made a list of all the places I wanted to see, but then the bombs fell and I guess now it's a bucket list, because I don't think I've got much time left..
Pretty sure the radiation will kill me before I get very far, but I'm going to try. And if I don't make it, well, maybe someone can finish the list for me.