Why I moved back to Minnesota

After the death of Myrtle Wilson, nothing would ever be the same. Even though I wasn't close with Myrtle herself, her death effected everyone around me. It was almost like a domino effect: everything went downhill after that day. From the moment that Daisy Buchanan drove Jay Gatsby's yellow car strait into the body of Myrtle Wilson, hitting and killing her on the spot, my group of friends would never have the same relationship we did that summer.
Gatsby and Daisy's little fling they had going on ended forever that night, and Tom and Daisy would end up together once and for all. George Wilson killed Jay Gatsby, and that was when I realized there was nothing left for me in the west egg. Even though Jay had lied to me many times, and I never believed in his lifestyle or the way he treated people, he was still my closest friend that I had in New York. It caught me off guard when he was killed, and I was even more surprised when I was sad about it. I guess I never expected I would become as close with him as I did, and it all happened so fast. One moment I was a complete stranger at a party in his house for the first time, and the next I was one of the only people that attended his funeral. Jay was adventurous, and I liked that about him. I had more fun with him than I ever had with any of my old friends, so I guess it makes sense I was upset when he was killed. Not only was I sad, but I felt remorse for him and the way it all ended. He didn't deserve to get killed, and I know that George Wilson never intended to kill anyone. But the love of his life was gone, and he felt like he had nothing left. He had simply gone mad. And as for Jay, he wasn't even the one that was driving the car that killed Myrtle. Yet, he never complained about taking the blame for it. Deep down inside, I truly believe that Jay Gatsby was a good man.
Anyway, after all of this went down, there was nothing left for me in New York. I hated my job anyway and made crap money, and now I had no friends. I ruined things with Jordan, who I still don't know if I ever loved, and now she has moved on to someone new. I no longer talked to Tom or Daisy, nor did I have the desire to. And of course, Jay Gatsby was now dead. My world came crashing down at once, yet all the people I associated with, I realized, I am better off without. So that is why I moved back to Minnesota. I had no purpose in New York. There was nothing there for me. This would be my chance to start over, and what better place to start over than the place where my life started in the first place: my hometown.

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