Tonight I watched a movie I've been meaning to see for a long time. Under the Tuscan Sun. I know, total chick flick. And yes it was. For some reason this movie hit a nerve.

A big one. So big I found myself crying through most of the movie. Good thing the room mate is at work tonight. I'm not sure what touched me so much either. Originally I was intrigued about the story of a young divorcee who on a whim, buys an old villa in Tuscany, refurbishes it and starts her life all over again. I've often thought about doing that. Taking off for parts unknown. Buying that one way ticket to Ireland or even Italy for that matter. Going someplace where I'm not known. Someplace where I can arrive and no one will know about my excessive emotional baggage or that I often look in the mirror and wonder why it is I'm 28 years old and have no direction in my life.

Lots of heavy things have been sitting on my heart lately. Maybe I'm having a premature mid-life crisis or I've just finally lost what's left of my mind. I don't know. My brain hurts to think about it. Tonight I just wanted to take a nice long bubble bath and let some of this slip out of my head. Evaporate with the steam.

Story of my life, the stopper in the bathtub is broken.

Sigh. I need a hug. A big one. The kind where someone wraps their arms all the way around you and you loose yourself in them so much, all of what was bothering you disappears, if only for an instant.

I'm not saying all of this to get a big pity party going. This blog always has been and always will be a place for me to let things out. To vent. To be emotional. If you have a problem with anything I've written then stop reading. Otherwise, comment if you want. Or don't. It's your lives.