Into The Mystic

I hope that you find peace.

Quiet Moments

I miss parts of my life that I never realized that were there.

Time Flies When You're...

My breath catches in my throat as the words fight to be spoken, "One week until I leave the city of my birth," and I cannot seem to make myself believe that it is true.

Because The New York Times Says So!

Well it is official - we are in a Recession.

Perception Or Reality?

Thanksgivings with my family get stranger and stranger as I age.

Hindsight And All That Jazz

Sometimes the biggest changes are the ones that you never even see happening but upon later reflection stand out with stark contrast.

Unblinking

After looking the past directly in the eyes and allowing myself to face whatever reaction I might have to what I saw there, I can honestly say that I regret nothing.

Please Keep The Redneck Riots To A Minimum, Thank You

Tethered to my laptop, feverishly yet methodically refreshing cnn.com, I hope against hope that everything will be okay.

Spinning Like A Ghost On The Bottom Of A Top, I'm Haunted By All The Space That I Will Live Without You

Coming home to an empty house feels entirely different now that I am used to sharing this space with another.

And Not Just A Home For Boxes!

Slowly, ever so slowly, and one box at a time, I am transforming this house into a home.

Yay For Efficiency!

Packing goes so much quicker when you have help.

Good Enough

Even though I have not lived with my parents in four years and am largely independent of them, I still want them to be proud of me and support my decisions.

Eleven Days

So freaking surreal.

Visits Aren't Quite The Same

I woke up this morning with Louie curled up next to me and for the first time, it really hit me how much I am going to miss him.

Time Marches On, But Always At The Wrong Pace

I was too excited to sleep; my future was waiting for the turn of the clock and I was but a rebellious spirit.

Three Doors

Sitting in the house that I've called home for the last four years, sorting through my collected belongings in preparation for the move, my thoughts seem scattered yet oddly focused - like the winds surrounding the eye of a hurricane.

Uncharted Territory

I am fully aware that I am treading dangerously close to "school girl giddiness".

Summary

In such a short time, so much has changed.

Feel Free To Say No To This, But...

How incredibly different might things have turned out had I not decided to drive to Durham in the middle of the night?

No Happy Mediums To Be Found

It often seems like things are either changing far too quickly or not nearly fast enough.