I have been thinking about the two girls, A&L, who have taken the road trip with me.  The reasons that they want to be in the Time Square on New Year Eve have completely monopolize my thoughts.  They wanted to do it before they have lost the passion of following their dreams, before they won’t be able to go and come as they please, in other word, before turning into a “responsible adult…..”

When was the point in my life I lost the passion to follow my dreams?  Or do I still have even one?  I am in the stage of my life that I only want to curl up in a comfortable chair or sofa with a book (currently it is the Nook).  I have no particular desire to travel or to see the world; I have no desire to watch shows or movies.   For a long time now, It seems only reading can engage my attention.

Where is that girl? The girl who had driven across country twice by herself?  The girl who insisted on living on the east coast instead of staying with her family and friends out West?  Where did that fearless adventurous girl go?  Is it because of advancing age or is she just too content in a cozy life style?

I have a lot to think about.  Thank you A&L - you force me to take a good look at myself before it’s too late!! J