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it comes and goes like a pop song...

last night at the rock show was one of those nights where suddenly I am compelled to stop and take in everything around me.

A bunch of friends pogo-ing around me with unabashed, no-need-to-be-hipper-than-thou glee. The Kids on stage rocking out. GB by my side laughing.

One of those moments where I think to myself:

Why would I ever want to leave this place?

There are times when I think I would be happier just packing up the house, the cats and the spouse and moving us all to someplace like Portland or Seattle.

Some place where we only know a handful of people and are forced to look beyond ourselves and redefine ourselves outside of everyone else's expectations.

A place where we can start over fresh.

And then I have moments like the one I had last night and I am, at least momentarily, satisfied and peaceful and happy.

10:52 am - 08.03.02

sounds: nothing yet - but there's a stack of CDs waiting
words: morning newspaper
i am: see below:

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