So, here I am amidst the rain and coldness that comes with Springtime in the mid-west, and again, I find myself at a crossroads. My mind spins as I begin to plan for the weekend, with all the things I hope to accomplish. Between books I want to read and jobs I need to apply for, between the nervousness of starting graduate level classes and trying to work out the finer details, my mind's beginning to race. I long for the days on the prairie, with the small cacti, and the beagle, and the smell of fresh air, rushing rivers, and the sight of stars. But then, I stop to reconsider all that is good here. I've managed to meet a few really good people and a handful of characters in the process of moving to Minneapolis. (I should consider changing the name of this thing... But I remain hopeful that some day, I will return to the land of the big sky, the, "Last Best Place.")

I've begun reading Kerouac's "On the Road: The Original Scroll," with a friend of mine. I've been longing to read it for a while, but have been struggling in the motivation department; I haven't had time for much beyond mentoring, working and my massive cover letter writing endeavors, combined with the occasional volunteer time at the local library with neighborhood teens. Maybe sprinkled with the occasional letter writing time. Speaking of, I need to begin reading.

Wishing tout le mound a happy Mothers' Day!