:: A Queer World All My Own ::

:: Wednesday, August 13, 2003 ::

Movin' On


It was just time to go. Everyday, looking into the same faces, facing the same expectations, the same judgements. I just couldn't take it one second longer. I felt trapped, so I decided to leave. I didn't know where I was headed, and I didn't really care, as long as it wasn't here... and there was no Brian. So, I shoved everything that would fit into my little Eclipse (thank God for civil suits, right?), filled the gas tank, and hit the road. No turning back, I was starting over, and all I saw ahead were roads paved in gold.

Isn't amazing how life always hands you exactly what you need, even if it's not what you thought you wanted. I found out the two things are not always going to be synonymous.

I'm not exactly sure how I ended up here, I mean, nobody WANTS to be in Omaha, right? The only thing I can think of from Omaha is... huh, come to think of it, I don't think I have ever even HEARD of anything from here. There is a song called "Omaha" by the Counting Crows, but I'm not really even sure what it's about. So I would be the last person to explain what I'm doing here. All the same though, here I am.

I stopped here sometime in April for gas. I was on my way to nowhere inparticular, so I figured it couldn't hurt anything to stay a couple of days. There is just something about this place, but I can't quite put my finger on it. I will have been here three months next Tuesday, and I'm still not certain why I stayed... I am only glad I did.

(this story is incomplete)

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