salad days

I wasn't kidding when I said I'd go to Austin if this was it. I'm anchorless. But I don't want this to be it. Nobody said it was easy.

On an even worse note, happy birthday dad. I wish you were still here more than anything in the world. I love you so much, I wish I could watch you blow out forty six candles today. Instead I've just got pictures and memories.

Why can't I ever stop where I want to stay?