28 and a little out of date...

My "about me should be updated". Updated statistically anyways. I'm now 28, and 4 years have gone by along with: one cross country move, one relationship (beginning, middle and end), a truck traded in for a car, and blonde hair for brown. I live in the mountains now. Or at least I do right now. My dad's most recent gift to me sums up my current existance: a book about a man who lived in solitude for years, and his discoveries. This is how my father views my existance out here. I wish it were as poetic as that. Clearly I can relate to living outside the city limits... Except for the fact that while my town is small, and the number of resident elk is equivalant to the locals, the transient population is right up there with the number of misquitos found in the woods in the midst of summer. They, namely the tourists are also (by the way) equally as annoying and pesky. I started my previous blog when I felt the need for a change, or more specifically I knew change was coming. I can feel it. Its similar to the feeling you get when nervousness encompasses you and you know deep in your gut that somewhere someone is watching you, but you cant quite find/see them. You know that feeling? No? Ok. Same feeling, different perspectctive:

You are walking home, its pitch black out, and you are alone. In order to get where you want to go you have to walk down a back alley blindly. You enter, and your halfway to the end. Going back now will take just as long as it will take to finnish the journey. There's no escape. THAT is the feeling.

I got it, and I get it.

Now what the heck is the change?