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So, I am alive. Shocking, I know. But true.

We left home at an ungodly hour of the morning. Whoever decided that 'good' and 'morning' should be mentioned in conjunction with one another should be shot, but that is beside the point. Either way, with a healthy dose of very loud noise, generally referred to as pop music, I managed to stay mostly awake. Somewhere close to Cleveland, OH, Calvin decided he was not going to continue without being the brat he was named after. It began when the little light on the dash that looks like a battery thingy lit up. I turned off the radio & heater & began thinking hopeful, positive thoughts in his direction. Apparently, positive thoughts do not fix cars, because some time later, my gauges started spazzing out. I limped to a service station, and after an hour & way too much money lost, I was on my way with a brand new alternator. Calvin was appeased.
I made it to MI by evening, and won Rachel's family's approval with my charming ways. Actually, it's probably because I paid them off, but that's ok. They fed me well. They live in a really cool log house with wild beasts all over the walls. Dead ones, of course.

So, the next day we went skiing. I do not know why I've never done this before in my life; it was a blast. Skiing is fun, however, epically wiping out is even more fun. It is unfortunate that it looks so unprofessional, because I would do it all the time. The other unfortunate thing is my legs started spazzing way too early in the day, and Bethany called me a loser. It was not kind. I guess I didn't pay her enough. Either way, I left early with Rachel and we went to town to go to a crisis pregnancy center meeting. For your information, this was a meeting for people interested in helping people who are in a crisis situation. You should also know, Rachel was going to the meeting, I was just along for moral support. I felt slightly out of my zone when we walked in & I realized we were pretty much the only people there not sporting cardigans & perms. However, I ended up leaving with some solid facts on abortion & instant celebrity status, which I obtained after I told them a little about me & my life.

Despite a few inches of fresh snow, the roads were clear the next day, and so I was off to WI.

Kicking off the cruise control, and turning up the radio;
Got just enough religion, and a half a tank of gas; 
Come on! Lets go!

First, you have to leave...

We are set for departure. Calvin & I, that is. I just hope he can hold up, poor guy. He has had a lot of hard miles, and doesn't move like I'd like him to, but oh well. I went to cram stuff into his half-of-a-trunk, only to discover the trunk would not open. I was thinking bad thoughts aimed in his general direction, when the Brother With All The Luck in the family comes over, did the exact same thing I did, and bam...open trunk. Then, I got side-tracked when said brother decided to show me how to light my clothes on fire with ether. I walked into the kitchen & presented myself to Mom with my hood in flames, and the brother trailing along behind, singing Happy Birthday. It was epic. I was again reminded how much I shall miss this crazy thing they call home.

But, despite the distractions, I did manage to pack. Now...for the leaving part...

Life is supposed to be simple, right?

I think there has got to be a point in everybody's life where they just sit there and think: "What is this life all about, anyways?" Everybody dies young. Everybody wants to live a good life. Everybody has their own idea of what that means. Some people have a calling, goals, a mission, something that guides them, that influences the life decisions they make.

I have none of these, except a desire, actually more like a need to be free. Actually, I don't even know what that means. But it's there. And it influences every decision I make.

I can't help but to look around at my fellow humans and notice all of them, with few exceptions, doing the same thing. They graduate from high school, they find something to study in college, they get an apartment. They find a job doing something they like. Or maybe it just gives them money so they can do what they like on the weekends, so they can go back to the job they hate on Monday. They get married, they work, they live, they breathe, they die. Is that all? Is there nothing more?
So, I go to find a new perspective and fresh territory. I go to find an answer. I go to look for freedom.