Harbor, My Harbor.

Though the sea is vast and with many areas to dock and claim as their own, mine is temporarily washed ashore in Colorado. I'm restless in waiting here in my 28th year of life, and I came here for love. I came here in the pursuit of building my family. Now I'd rather ride the winds back to Tennessee to be with the family I knew all my life, and be rid of the ghosts claiming to be people, and to see if I don't blossom further. As I said, I'm washed ashore, my boat needs repair, and there are binding documents that at the moment I'd like not to break in order to ensure my growth continues. However, even though it's pollen laden lands drive my sense furious, it's people make me feel...alive.