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Moved in to the new homestead. Went to sis's graduation cali. Flirted shamelessly. Got groped. Went to dinners that cost more than what I have in the bank, thankfully the check never once got close to my placesetting. Now I write and create and lose myself in books and music, hoping that some of the words stick to the paper, instead of falling by the wayside. I'm in a new place, at a new time, and it's all so very familiar. I need to find my muse. Something desperate and fierce, this feeling is growing inside me. I need to tap into something that resembles art and twist it in all new ways. Or at least learn something I hadn't learned before.

Time to make some mistakes and live life like a tourist again. I need to say what I need to say. I need to live the honest, open and easy life. Sad, surely. But challenging and daring me to grow. So there.