Been listening to Gulag Orkestar by Beirut almost non-stop the last couple of days. Especially this song, Postcards From Italy. The old video footage in it is so dreamy with its washed out colors and takes me back to when I was younger and things were simple. At least, from my child mind things were. There was no war, there were no family problems, no worrying about the world economy. I just mindlessly danced a jig in the yard with my neighbor friends and rode my skateboard wildly down the street. Not caring if I slid across asphalt because papa would certainly clean me up and send me happily on my way. Man, back in Los Angeles I used to love to get a plastic shopping bag and pretend it was a parachute and jump off of my grandparents porch. Oh, and the convenience store down the alley had those candy rings I always loved, too. Those really were the days, weren't they?

On the verge of 31 years of age and a move out of state, I've had a lot floating around in my head. Not in a bad way, though. The crossroads I'm at in my life have me looking in 4 different directions but as Beirut would say, "The sunsets are all breathtaking".