In the past, I've changed my mind, but...

...this has got to be the last time!

Yeah, Cheesey Overplayed Hits of the 70's strikes back, eh?

So, what is it about Montana? Flying over that state to Washington last week and then back again caused me to totally burst into tears. For some reason, I also found myself deciding that I am not very content with my life. My feeling of "freedom" resulting from having no real ties to where I am has changed into a feeling of being very temporary. I feel like a balloon with a string that dangles and may get mildly tangled on a branch or in brambles, but I eventually will work myself free and start drifting again. It is probably part of the feeling of being disconnected I felt a couple weeks ago. Montana was probably just calling to me. You know, somewhere remote and away from people...
...and close to Canada. *laugh*

Yeah, my coworkers were moderately amused by my wistful looks at the green interstate signs declaring "5 North Vancouver" and by my collection of brochures on ferries to Victoria and other parts of British Columbia. However, both of them are happily married and didn't like my idea of going to Canada to find some Canadian guys to spend time with. Oh well.

Been packing a lot for vacation and looking forward to that greatly. Two weeks away from the city-from any city- will be a nice change. The benefit of hitting people with sticks and throwing weapons is just icing on the cake, eh?

Anyway, life continues on its slogging pace. I don't like that. I must find something to derail my life as is. Because, as is is a disconnected, impermanent, drifting, monotonous slog. That isn't good.