Date: 2008-02-14
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I've been walking these mean streets Hard Concrete beneath my feetain't found a friendly face among the crowdthe city's like a Christmas treeA light for every dreamer's dreamBut it seems mine has finally burned outI should've know I was mistaken when I thought that I'd be making a name for myself in BabylonThough I have tried to do my bestthe suit and ties are not impressedso what's left of my pride, I'll carry onLong black train, take me home I've worn out my welcome here, It's time to goI have to face the music, this just ain't where I belongLong black train, take me home      --"Long Black Train," Allison Moorer          I Want A Little Sugar In My Bowl   Happy Afternoon! I just took a nap in my sleeping bag and OO-EE!! was it nice! I just camped out in the middle of the living room floor and had a short siesta. It felt good to try out my bag for the first time knowing that soon I will be able to burrow into my bag and be comfortable. No matter how good my bag is I sure am glad I asked for fleece socks for Christmas because even my 15 degree bag didn't make make my toes toes-ty... Man, two puns in one paragraph. Do you think I am on a roll, or what?   I read a great journal today and in it, the author provided a link for a sight that shows weather conditions all along the AT. If you're interested, you should check out this sight: http://www.sophiaknows.com/atdb/weather.php   It really is great. It's exactly what I have been looking for as far as a way to check the weather report for the summit of a mountain I am going to be on and I am fortunate to have found that journal.   The song lyrics above are there because I heard that song this afternoon and they really spoke to me.          "I've been walking these mean streets             Hard Concrete beneath my feet            Ain't found a friendly face among the crowd"      That's exactly how I feel sometimes and being alone is getting a bit old. 100% of the friends whom I cared about have left the state for school and the people at Century weren't very friendly. I never realized how hard it is to meet people outside of school and I almost got another job someplace where the workforce is made up of college students in a desperate attempt to create a social life. My job at the library has blessed me with several great friendships that I hope will last a long time but there aren't many people my own age who work there. On top of that my position is such that I don't have a chance to talk to many of them frequently enough to bond so I am stuck with few friends and a dried up night life. There are friendly faces out there waiting for me, I am ready to go find them at last.          "Long black train, take me home         I've worn out my welcome here, It's time to go         I have to face the music, this just ain't where I belong"      I am ready to take the steps necessary to move on from this place and I am ready for the path beneath my feet to transform from hard concrete to something more organic. At this point in my life, I don't belong here. I am glad for this opportunity to summit something more than mountains.   Like damn, I'm from Minnesota, land of the cold airToo many mosquitoes and our fair share of egosBut like my man Sabe says, that's where my mommy staysSo if the people laugh and giggle when you tell em where you liveAnd if you know this is where you wanna raise your kidsIf you're from the Midwest and it doesn't matter whereIf you can drink tap water and breathe the airSay shhh, say shhh