.....which one am I??
I get so confused. Like my brain has been shook up and twisted around--the part that tells me which direction to go is no longer functioning.
It happens every time I go home, and just this last week when I ran away to sister's.
Until I was 11, I grew up in a neighborhood. In a little town, with little houses side by side, kids up and down the street to ride bikes and play with until the sun went down.
Then we moved. Out into the middle of a feild, more or less.
Our "backyard" slowly rolled into the rocky moutains. I learned to drive (a little white stick shift pickup!) on a two lane road--most my friends lived off of dirt roads. I knew how to saddle up a horse and go for a ride, and I once killed a rattle snake (the thought of it now makes me squirm).
I went to a high school tinier than you can even imagine, and I couldn't WAIT to get out.
Flash foward to now.
I can be to Target in 12 minutes. I am surrounded by good restaraunts. I can go to the gym whenever I want. The zoo. The museum. The library. All within a short drive. Life has never been so convienient.
We are happy. People everywhere, and we are content.
And then I drive down a dirt road.....
....and that's when I start to wonder.What if.....
......I'm still thinking....more to come...