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My mind skips around a little when I think about the last couple of days. It's very surrealistic for me since I am exactly where I want to be right now, but I know I can't stay. It's not like anything changes within me when I leave... the best part of me stays here while I'm away... waiting for me to pick it back up when I return. It's the part of me that knows what is truly important in life. It's the part of me that doesn't want to go back to the rote motions of working so hard for all the wrong reasons. There's a huge canvas covered with the paint of my experience and emotion that I happen to be looking at as I type this... one that obviously no one else can see, so I understand how this can sound confusing, random, or misguided. I know and that's all that's important. Yesterday was good. ErinLynn, Christina, and I sat around over coffee and shared sleepy words until ErinLynn had to leave for work at noon. Cristina and I went through a few hundred gallons more coffee before hitting the grocery store for dinner ingredients. She is a fabulous cook. I haven't been playing my guitar much recently and the calluses were coming off my fingertips... the dry air is really hard on my skin up here too... it's completely different than the moist coastal environment I've become accustom to over my life, but something I would be willing to get used to... someday. Other than a few years in New York, I have always lived near the ocean or in a very humid atmosphere. I had a few extra minutes to run into town after the shopping was done and my intent was to swing by the downtown office and pick up a IP via encrypted wireless from outside and publish some bloggage since I've been sans net connection since I've been here, but I ended up getting a manicure instead. Christina called with a few things we forgot earlier and I really wanted to stop by ErinLynn's work to see her, so I was in a hurry. As corny as it is given the circumstance, I miss her when she's away... it would be so much easier for me if I didn't... but I do. When ErinLynn got off work, we all sat down for the great dinner that Christina had prepared. The table was covered with confetti... which later became art and weaponry. The rest of the night was spent in conversation at that table. Everything is quiet this morning. Everyone is still asleep upstairs. The house is covered in confetti. Life is good.