Sweet Home Iowa?

So I got to talk to my good friend Jill tonight. It's always bittersweet though. I mean don't get me wrong I love Jill and I love talking to her and I wish I got to do it everday (which I would get to do if she'd hurry up and move out here!), but it just reminds me of how much I miss home. I love Fort Collins and I am having a blast out here, but there is just something about home that always makes me miss it. I always feel like the movie Sweet Home Alabama was written about my life. Should I just assume that is how I'll end up? I can really see the whole thing playing out, right down to going back to the country boy at the end. I don't know how I feel about this. It literally changes everyday. Arg I hate being torn and I hate those random homesick feelings that pop up every now and then. I wish I could just fast forward five years and see where I am, then rewind back to now and enjoy the ride. At least I get to go to Kirksville in a couple days, that should feel a lot like a trip home! I'm very lucky to have my best friend here with me otherwise I think this weekend would be an awful tease.
I met a lot of cool people on Saturday. I went to a party where I didn't really know anyone all by myself. This independence thing is really starting to come around. I was literally the youngest person there. I felt like a baby! Oddly enough, random making out doesn't go away when you get old, just so you know. I thought once you left college, or at least once you hit 30, you got past that. Evidently not. There was no making out on my part anyway, but there was a cute guy there that I kind of liked. Hopefully I'll see him again sometime! He wasn't even really my type, but I thought he was cute nonetheless which I found interesting. Do I really even have a type? Oh the questions of life...