Two songs for you as my stomach is full of peanut butter cookies and milk.

Change is hard.  It's hard for me to change.  Is it hard for you?  Even clearly positive changes are very difficult for me.  I think I get some of that resistance (if that's what IT is) from my father.  If you know my father well, you know it's even a struggle for him to deal with small, temporary changes.  I'm not saying this to discredit him; it's fine.  It just is what it is and I might be the same way.  I need to change some things right now.  Can I?  Of course.  Will I?  Maybe, only maybe.  I love autumn.  I love autumn so much.  But it does make me restless in some deep, but unnerving way.  There just isn't anything for me here - a sampling of friends and my parents for which I am so thankful, but nothing else.  I really have been at the breaking point for a while now.  I'm not so rabidly desperate at the moment, but still coolly settled on the fact that I've got to get away.  I have a passport now.  I could go anywhere.  But, anywhere is too hard to grasp.  I'll need to just point east and see where I land.  No, that's still much too broad.  I feel like someone has got to make a decision for me, which won't happen.  A priest advised me in confession a while back (regarding me living with my parents) that I not allow the situation to become so dire that everyone is saying, "Good riddance," by the time I leave.  I think we're there, Father.  How does anyone do it, though?  With little money and even less direction, it seems a heavy load.  

I'm halfway done, Obama.  Meanwhile, I really think this is one of the most beautiful women I have ever seen.




Also, I have listened to this song at least fifty times in the last 24 hours.  Is it not one of the best pop songs ever written?  Humor me and give it a listen, if you please.