One Hundred Thirty-First Entry

I feel helpless. I am torn. I find myself placed between two very tall mountains, and I don't know which to climb. I don't know what is on the other side of these mountains either; one could be a wide, beautiful valley with happiness and peace, and the other could be just the first in a long and neverending mountain range with sadness and turmoil.

I need to move. I am very unhappy in Tulare. I am disappointed with San Leandro. I need to move East, or North; Seattle, Boston or Atlanta.

I need to make a decision. And I need to make it fast before I end up getting stuck in a position I can't get out of.

My life is truly at a crossroads. The years of youthful naivety are behind me and the years of mature responsibility are ahead.

Where do I want to be at this point in my life?