Fear not, reader, I am back from my trek to Florida. Sadly, without a cabana boy.

To be perfectly candid with you, there most likely will be no cabana boys nor any boys for that matter for a very long time. I am really trying hard to get over this thing or whatever I have been dealing with, and needless to say, it has not been faring well. But I am ok, you're ok, and we're all ok.

Florida was nice. I want to go back to 75 degree weather. I also liked the sense of independence I felt while getting to and from airports and flying by myself. I am all growed up!

"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?