Give Us a Talking To:

   I'm living in a den of thieves.  But they don't steal possessions just glances.  I'm the odd girl out.  I am the one with an accent.  I get told I don't even look like I am from here because of how I dress.  This is what living is.  This is life.  This is the South.  And I'm rummaging for answers in my sleep.  Because I haven't met anyone I can relate to.
   Because like I told Kaiti, we're two owls from the same tree and no one even knows where it sits in the forest.
   But I'm not even trying to complain.  Because it's Heaven here compared to Colorado.  It's breathing and it's moving and it's contagious. And I'm in love with the South, with Little Rock-she's got me high and I didn't even know it.
   I start work on Monday.  And I'm ready, I am.  I'm ready to wow people.  Because as of today, I'm just the ghost in apartment 1204.

   I Just wanted to say hey.  I'm alive.  And busy. But I'm here and the adventure is beginning.