  I am going to miss the tree outside my window at work. nbsp;  I have spent at least 5 minutes a day at least 5 days a week for the past year staring at this tree. nbsp;
 I have seen it go through all of the seasons.
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 Yet another inanimate object that I feel unusually close to.
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 It makes me almost proud to say that I am moving to Charlottesville because I love a boy,  a real live human flesh and blood.
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 At least I am not moving for a tree.
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 Or a diesel engine.
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 Or a job or school.
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 Or art even.
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 Love of a boy who can love me back seems logical even.
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 And&
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a lot more rewarding.
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 And a lot more noble really.
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 I keep thinking that I need to make excuses for moving to Charlottesville.
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 Prove my strength,  individuality and all- around coolness in other ways because obviously I must be a naive and silly&
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girl who has forgotten that it's the 21st century.
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What about my career?
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 And my dreams?
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 Bologna and hogswallow,  I say.
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 Life is more complicated than making issues black- and- white like that.
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 What if,  instead of choosing between my career and my boyfriend,  I choose both?
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 What if,  instead of choosing between my dreams and&
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a cool,  new city,  I choose both?
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 So yes,  I will miss the tree outside my window.
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 But I would miss Chris a whole lot more if I didn't&
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take this chance.
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