Bob Dylan is right.

Picked up his latest album yesterday. I’ve only listened to it once and so far so good. Maybe not his best album but it’s got a cool feel to it. It’s a lazy summer day album. 

So I’m once again home sick. I just miss the country. As much as I’m a city girl, I’m also a country girl. I miss wearing flowing dresses, sitting by the river and reading a good book. Listening to the birds and the river going by. A soft breeze blowing on my face and the sun beating down. I miss the quietness of my backyard. I’m going to assume the summer in a city is going to be the complete opposite of what I know. It’s going to be sticky, busy, hectic, smelly, and defiantly not quiet. Especially where I live. I might go home in August for a couple of days and just sit and relax in my backyard like I used too. I think next place I move to will be some little town out east or up north. Maybe I’ll really like the summers here, who knows. I defiantly miss the river though. I will have to find a quiet spot in the Old Port where I can sit by the river. 

So I’m not sure if I’m going to NYC in June now. It’s all on the fact if my boyfriend gets his taxes by then (or if he gets them at all). So I’m not even thinking about it anymore because I don’t want to get my hopes up. So that’s a real bummer. I was really looking forward to it. 

I’m having hard time lately dealing with my mom. Every so often I’ll be listening to a certain song on the ipod (usually in a public place) and something just triggers a memory and I start to cry. It’s awful. It was two years ago at this time that she started getting sick. So this type of weather (spring/summer) reminds me of bad times. Plus it was my parents 30th anniversary on Tuesday and it’s her birthday on May 6th. She would have been 50. So it’s kinda weird right now. 

My job is driving me crazy. I need to hold on but I don’t know how long I can do it for. I hate being a slave to the riches.