I realize that this is my first journal on here. To those who know and watch me, I am doing well. Work is about 80% of my life and the other 20% goes towards my interpersonal relationships (not just with my mate, but others as well). The cold is setting in and this fire-type is fizzling out slowly. I've gotten sick like three times, and winter isn't even here yet. Just sitting here in a moderately warm room is making my hands get all icy. Anywho, I have a big pile of Things To Do when I'm not hulling around produce at the local Walmart and they are quite fruitful, but leave me with very little.... well, me-time. At least I'm rarely bored. Cyrano, my five-month-old kitten, is growing very quickly and would be the best mouser around if I ever let him outside. Zack is getting through school well enough. Sadly, I can't help him out much 'cause I'm always working. Nevertheless, we are happy. I don't regret my move over to Boone, although many things are much harder here. Friends are being made and I'm getting into a groove of sorts, but I still look back at my college days as something to be missed. Mostly for the people. No matter where I go, or where I leave, it's always the people that make all the difference. And, yes, I will be moving somewhere completely different again in a few years, but no one knows where that is yet. I miss Memphis. I want to come back, and would, if it weren't for the lack of jobs and the fact that all those who I love there would mostly have moved on to their own adventures by then. So Memphis remains in my heart like a dream (or in some cases, a nightmare) that I return to now and again. It's hard moving on. It's hard growing up and coming face to face with the things I never really considered until now - like doctor's bills and managing my home life, my friendships, my work and my joys. I've prided myself on my maturity all my life, but I realize that I haven't really gotten there yet, nor will I for some time. Yes, I've done things that many people have not and experienced much in my short years here, but it feels like just the beginning of things. Surely it is. Either way, I'm here. I'm living and watching others from far away. I can't be where my loved ones are, but I watch, quietly. You are in my heart, as cheesy as that sounds. Truly.