I've been feeling a little strange the last week or so. Alot on my mind. I find myself wanting to run away for a weekend and just ponder and read (and knit since I seem to be totally addicted). I think I just need a new perspective on some things. So I'm thinking of taking a mini vacation all on my own in the next week or so. I did manage to get away twice for day trips down to my lovely hometown. It's so funny being an adult and going to the places my childhood played out. I keep thinking back to that little girl, the oblivious, curious, adventurous, stubborn, content, complacent, wide eyed, smiling, dreaming, annoyed at being treated like a child, little girl. I think she was right about life all along. Maybe I'm just being nostalgic, but I think too many people didn't give her enough credit- including herself- about how she'd figured out the world.