Don't push me away now...

Status at this very moment: Excited about the little things.

Biggest worry: Getting a job, a real job, and nothing but a job that will afford me the ability to live,AND eat, in NYC. Maybe to experience life some too. Oh, and some clothes. I like to be warm. Man, it's gonna be a coooold winter.

Constant mantra: You can come back, Kel. You can always come back.

Tear jerker: I'm a crier. Mostly when nobody can see me. And I'm ok with that. But man, I think I'm getting dehydrated. I pass the beach, *sniffle* see a bald eagle take to the sky, *lip smush* wake up to the sunshine flooding my room and wallow in the warmth as I stretch myself into consciousness and it's an hour before I get out of bed because I am in the clutches of yet another crying jag. At least I'm not one to run from true emotion.

And to you I say: Wait for it. It's coming.