At this point, I’m nomadic and ungrounded but it’s a reveling kind of nervous stomach-ache kind of feeling (in the best way). Those feelings you get when frozen yogurt pops up in the southeast or your birthday comes on a Saturday when the pool opens and you just happen to be turning 10. I’m embarking on a great future at the wrong time in the job market and what not, but it couldn’t be a better time in my life. I spent the weekend hanging out with some of the greatest people and it made me realize just how lucky I am to be from the South. Sometimes people can get such a wrong idea of the place that built me into the person that I am today. No, I’m no WASP and I’m no backwards honky tonk kinda gal (in ANY respect). I would lean quite left on all regards, but give me one night under the stars with a good FM tune & a campfire and you’ve got yourself a friend/lover/companion for life. Dreams? Dreams are all I have & all that I want. I see the skyline and the bay through the stained glass perspective of my mind—I am truly, truly satisfied. For the first time in a long time, I’m happy to hurry up & wait on things to happen. Sunrise, sunset, I am happy & eternally thankful for those good summer nights.