Deep greens and blues are the colors I choose, won't you let me go down in my dreams?
And rock-a-bye sweet baby James.


Oh, I don’t think I can get enough sleep. I got seven hours last night which usually is sufficient, however I am still tired. I was up late on Monday night talking about life in general to Alan (well mostly sticking to politics and global affairs and a little about love) and sure enough, last night I talked to my mom for about an hour about the same thing. I just love to talk!

Well the move is through. It is September 1, 2004, which means three things: Mom and Dad are 31 (Hurray for Mom & Dad!!!) years married, my friends in NC are one year of marriage and I am an official Clarkesville resident and can no longer claim Sautee as home. I think Sautee will always be home though. It is kind of like Avondale. Avondale will always be home. It is a feeling not a place. Although today, due to the inability to get to my coffee maker or refrigerator thanks to boxes being everywhere, I went to my local Racetrac for coffee and high carb breakfast food. I didn’t notice it until I got back in the car and turned the key (ooh I used a pronoun with out an antecedent, Dr. Pinka would scream and give me a C). There was an air of confidence in my step this morning. I felt older and wiser. I felt accomplished. I felt like an adult. I felt like an adult and was not afraid of it rather I embraced it and cherish it. Having a great place has its perks.