Life, I mean.
When I was around eight years old I thought that I would be married by now. (So much for being Rosie Tracer.) When I was eighteen years old I thought I would be a nun by now. When I was 21 I figured out there's no way to know what tomorrow is going to bring--let alone next week or month or year.
The end of this month is going to bring about yet another move for me. I'll be moving back OKC. That should be interesting. After three years of not really having a *one* place to consider as home, I'll have my own place.
hm.
Maybe next year I'll be moving somewhere else. ::laughs:: Contrary to popular belief, it's going to be hard for me to find a place more interesting than Clear Creek. I may just have to move back up here next year....
That's all.
