So it has come to this; marrage, children, and now the home. Next week I will find myself wondering the streets of an unfamilar town. Although not alone, the thought itself rings in a slight lonesome manner. It seems only yesterday that I was merely a highschool student, not even interested in boys yet. How could it have gone this far in so little time? Truthfully... I don't know myself. I am reminded on a constant basis that I was to be the last on the list of moving on... but here I am; the first. Irony I'd like to call it. In a sence, I always felt that it would turn out this way. I hoped for a diferent outcome, but I welcome it all the same. Only now do I consider it a happy ending. I wonder if it will stay that way....