My Journey

When you like someone (in a way that’s more than friends), you want to see that person, talk to them, and find out more and more about them.  Specifically, you want to know who they are.  We all do stupid things sometimes, and last weekend was probably one of my moments.

I really like this girl who’s gone for a while, so I decided to drive down and see her.  So I left and drove through the Snowicane to see her.  It was rain from Amherst to about New Haven, CT.  Then all hell broke loose and it was snowing pretty hard on the George Washington Bridge, and for the rest of the trip.

I had a really good time spending time with her.  Things went well, as it always does when we hang out.  I guess I’m at the point where in my journey I am.  It’s apparent when I leave that things went well all weekend, but to tell you the truth, I have no idea how she feels about me.

I guess the journey never really ends, you are constantly trying to find the right path, and once you do you try to take it.  In then end you have to decide whether to forge ahead or turn around, because you can’t be afraid to be alone on the path.  You also can’t be afraid to take a path because you were hurt on a different one in the past.  Don’t stop believin’