Life in a Ghost Town

They don't call it a suitcase campus for nothing! This place clears out like the Apocalypse is about to occur. Why did I stay here? To die a slow and painful death of boredom of course! I don't belong here. I've heard other people I know raving about their amazing college experience. Where did I go wrong? I think I played it to safe when I chose to go here. I guess I kind of knew that I wouldn't stay here for long. I've always wanted to go far away for college, so why when I finally came down to the big decision-making process did I buckle and stay close to home? I often wonder what things would have been like if I went to St.Thomas, like I had planned until I saw the tuition costs. Did I make the wrong choice? Well, I'm considering several options for next year. I might do National Student Exchange and study in California, Hawaii, or the Virgin Islands. I've been looking at Arizona State University a lot as well. But why does my curiosity still linger at what might have been? I get this feeling far to often in life. Decision-making skills have never been my strong suit. Why can't life be more straight forward? But one thing is certain, living in a ghost town is really no life at all.