Help my Friend!

Freedom. What does that mean? Trapped in misery. I know that there are straps connected to me that I cannot untie. I get a tiny glimpse of where I could be without these straps, yet the vision is like a mirage and quickly fades. Some are trying to untie the straps, while others are retying them as quickly as they come off. Away! I just want to be away. Where do I go to find freedom? Where do I run to be alone?

Safety. What does that mean? I have played the games and the parts of what others wanted me to play. I have been their puppets. Now it is my turn to run and be me. Who is me? This person hidden deep inside. At times I hear her crying out. She only speaks for a moment. Then she is quickly silenced by the other players. Where is it safe for her to come out?

Tomorrow. What does that mean? It has been my answer for many days. Tomorrow it will be better. Tomorrow I will stand up. Tomorrow I will escape. But tomorrow has not come. When the sun comes up, the day begins and I am once again in today. Tomorrow will have to be tomorrow.

Life. What does that mean? Is this what life is? Is life just surviving and pretending? I see others who know what life is. Why can't I get to where they are? Won't somone untie these straps? Please let me run! I need Freedom! I need Safety! I need Tomorrow! I want Life!

I forget!!!!!!

Notice my blog's web address. nancycampbell2! This is because I can't remember my password to my other Blog! How could I be so dumb? Oh, well. Goodbye nancycampbell.blogspot.com.

My friend

My friend Christin, is so great! She always makes me laugh! Even though over 3000 miles seperate us, will still keep in contact. Christin describes a situation like no one else . Like today, in reference to her husband's former boss, she used the word "troll". Who uses the word "troll"?
After seeing Napoleon Dynamite, she referred to getting her husband "some skills". If you knew her husband, you would know that he is not what comes to mind when picturing someone who needs "skills". I still laugh and laugh every time I think about that.
There are people in life who think like you do, and laugh at the same things that you do. They are sometimes few and far between, but when you find them, they are friends always.

San Francisco

This is my second attempt at writing about San Francisco. I was already to publish it, and then my explorer closed on me and it wasn't saved. My precious memories and writings gone forever. They are off in cyberworld..... Oh, well. I will rewrite and go on!
Since I last wrote, I have been to the coast! Oh how refreshing! Darren and I visited San Francisco last week for our 9 year anniversary! Wow, 9 years. I feel old! This was our 2nd visit to San Fran. I love it! I am not sure why the city clicks so well with me. It is ultra liberal...I am not. It is artsy...I can't draw a stick man. It is very hip...I am not sure I fit in that category. It brings out a part in me that I did not know existed. It makes me want to move to the city and live in a townhouse on Nob Hill. It makes me want to be metropolitan. It makes me enjoy eating in Chinatown and eating something that I saw hanging from the ceiling that afternoon!
It causes me to try new things! The adventurer in me comes out!
My little town in the middle of the cornfields seems quite boring and same old same old when I return from San Francisco. I guess maybe after I had lived on Nob Hill, it would be the same. I find it hard to convice myself that it would become boring. Oh, the midwest is good for clearing your palette. It cleanses the soul so that when you do travel you are ready to taste new and exciting things.
Traveling always reminds me that life is huge! Day in and day out in my normal routine and can make me think only of myslef and my needs, but when I travel, I realize that life goes on everyday for everyone no matter where they are and everyone's lives are very different yet so much the same! Well, maybe that is too deep for tonight.
Until next time....
-dreaming about San Francisco