Some Days

Some days I wake up with the strongest yearning to bike to Mission City. Sit and watch the crazies while I work. Drink A latte and pick some avocado's on my way home.

Sometimes, I want to go to a dance club with all my friends.

Some mornings, I wish I was biking to the beach in San Francisco through the mission up the hill by golden gate.

Some nights, I wish I was having a bonfire with my friends.

Some days, I wish I was biking to class.


I know that things have changed. I can sense it with the expediancy my friends do not call me back. I can sense it with the length they want to talk- and how much we have to say to each other.

I know that I have changed. I've spent the greater part of a year fixing up my house and talking to farmers.


I know that given the choice to do it al over, i'd probably do all the same stuff again. But, I am not sure if I would today. The drizzle today. The feeling of ALONE. I miss having a big group of girl friends. A selection to choose from. I miss that.

I say it from time to time. I miss being in a more exciting, uncertain time in my life.

Good thing Johnny and Fred get here today.