The Strangers

Okay, so moving from the city (albeit a small city) to the middle of nowhere (aka, farmhouse in the middle of wheat fields and the forest) is not all it's cracked up to be. Things I miss: The hum of the city, lights, McCleary's Pub down the street, Flying M Coffee, Burger King, the bus, the ability to ride my bike to downtown, downtown, friends and people. As a child, my wish was to be a hermit when I grew up. The Eagles lyrics keep rolling through my head on a regular basis, "What can you do when your dreams come true, and it's not quite like you planned. . . " The thrill is definitely gone or may have not ever been there to begin with and all the deathly silence and isolation make me feel like I am one day away from actually becoming a victim of The Strangers one of these dark, strange outside noise ridden nights.