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Living “on my own” is weird. Somehow, with the signing of a lease, I became a clean freak. You can ask my mom — at home I tended to be a slob; leaving dishes lying around, my stuff littered across the house… and it would take much harassing to get me to do the simplest of chores. But now that I have my own place, I can’t seem to stop cleaning it.

I’ve been thinking a lot lately on attitudes and outlooks. It wasn’t all that long ago that I was easily (and correctly) categorized as a bitter cynic, often pessimistic. These days, however, I am keenly optimistic and enthusiastic about the future and my life. And, oddly enough, I think the catalyst for this change was my parents’ decision not to cosign my loans for college.