So I've decided to head to the west coast for a week.  I'll probably take off after work on the 6th of August and drive until I can't keep my eyes open any longer.  I hope to see the ancient redwoods in Northern Cali, swim in the Pacific Ocean, wander the streets of Seattle and spend lots of wonderful time under the stars.  As of now, it's myself and the dog- although I wouldn't mind having another traveling companion :)

These weeks just seem to be flying by - my emotions haven't had time to catch up with my actions or decisions and I'm just waiting for everything to crash and burn.  But I'm content.  I've found a niche that I feel as if I belong in.  I just hope my contentment isn't a falsification of reality.  I want this to be genuine.