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AK so far is great, Anchorage is pretty damn beautiful. I head towards the water to go to work, and I head for the mountains when I'm on my way home. I wish I could stay in the present, and not always wish I was somewhere else. But my heart is torn in so many directions that my mind wandering is inevitable. I came to somewhat of a realization, or more of awareness, of who I am, my age, the track I'm on, etc. It's not so bad, but I see it as unfinished. "Someday" is not an actual day.
I need to quit smoking.... someday...
I need to quit smoking.... someday...