It has been a while...

So I really have not been here in some time. Between working full-time and getting things ready for my trip, I have been losing my mind (well, honestly, that is my delusional side, thinking that there is actually something left of my mind, truthfully, it is soooo far gone). So yeah, moving is a horrible, terrible feat. A feat, yes, because one must feel so very accomplished once it is done. I simply wonder how in the world I own so many clothes, where did they come from, where have they been??? My theory is that a hole opened up and ate them, and when I decided it was time to start packing the hole reopened and they all came back. Good theory, or I believe it is. Packing is also slightly exciting, because I cannot wait to go. Yet, the fears are always there, next to the anticipation. I will miss my family, my friends, my co-workers, my job (in a horribly twisted way), but that is life.

I've heard that it’s possible to grow up, I've just never met anyone who’s actually done it. Without parents to defy, we break the rules we make for ourselves. We throw tantrums when things don’t go our way. We whisper secrets with our best friend, in the dark. We look for comfort where we can find it. And we hope against all logic, against all experience, like children, we never give up hope. I guess we're adults. The question is, when did that happen, and how do we make it stop?