"I'm working on a morning flight to anywhere but here/ I'm watching this evening fire burn away my tears/ All my life I've left my troubles by the door/ Cause leaving is all I've ever known before." -Nanci Griffith

I'm flying to Florida tomorrow. I'm a little nervous flying by myself, but I figure its an adventure. I'm looking forward to 75 degrees, sunshine, and the beach. Tarah went back to Pitt yesterday, and I miss her already. She wants me to find a nice cabana boy who works at the pool. I'll try my best.

Why does my past continue to haunt me?