As of right now, I am sitting at Ana and Joe's house in their office. Its wonderfully nice, they have an office. How magical! Finally, Joe, the first brother in law i ever have had, can record and create music without clutter. It all fits so perfectly. How magical. They moved here around one and a quarter months ago... and every time I come here, i don't mind admitting, I'd rather not leave. Its like a different world here, not loud, crammed or overwhelming. It feels like you can breath without offence, that there is nothing you should have to do, unless you felt it was the logical, necessary step to having success. At our house, there are so many things to do, one can barely feel anything is logical, and you want to do it all at once whether or not you can actually physically do it.
I keep having this feeling that life would be more magical somewhere else. Oh that I would know someone who lived far away that I could go escape to. Usually that would include a family member, but now everyone is at home, what is one to do? I want to get out of here, at least for a while. It could be whim, at this point, but I've got the desire that will not be stifled. I chatted with mom for an hour yesterday about fashion as a major with a minor in journalism. Its one of the situations in life where i have so many talents (if you will), that I can't decide. She left me with this. "Do whatever you would want to do if you never got married."
... Of course, I will get married. But I think its tremendously smart.
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