the place where i feel most like me;

Meg & Dia. You know my life.

I'd like to think I don't have roots yet, 

Still some traveling in me. 

Should have worn back packs through Europe, 

Back when I turned 23. 

There's still Ireland and the Orients and Temples, I'm sure. 

Places you go, to learn who you are.

I've got to keep looking

And someday I'll be in the place where I feel most like me.

I could be cooking in Paris and needing nobody at all. 

I could move back to my hometown, 

Meet a good man and we'd fall in love.

We'd have family and birthdays and cars, 

Never concerned about who we are. 

A life that's so stable and nice, 

could it be a place where I feel most like me?

I can't help wishing I could stay right here, 

Not moving, not rushing, just breathing in air,

Not thinking, not worrying, just look to the sea, 

The place where I feel most like me.

Molding the minds of the future of America...

So, I got accepted into the Elementary Ed program.. And I'm super duper excited. But I have to admit I'm scared... I mean this is legit now. There's no going back. (Which makes me realize I may have commitment issues). I mean, I'm sure I love it. I'm like Peter Pan, the kid who never grew up. And I love kids and the idea of being a teacher makes me really happy. I realize its going to be A LOT of hard work. That's all they tell you in the El. Ed. classes so I'm not going into this blindly. But its scary.. What if I end up not liking it? Or what if I'm not a good teacher?? I'll be influencing these little kids lives.. maybe. Who knows, maybe I won't have any influence at all. And then there's the fact that I'm actually starting to feel like a grown up.. I mean I'm 2 years away from my career. I'm done with generals.. this is it. And I'll be 21 in May.. ugh. I'm freakin out. Oh well, let's just hope for the best...