It's quiet evenings like this one that I sit back and reflect. Sometimes I think about silly things like why pepperoni is always shaped into circles for pizza and other times about what my 23 years on this planet has brought me (although I suppose one could consider both matters rather silly things to ponder). I wonder what happened to my dreams of riding horses in montana or having my own vineyard somewhere near the Mediterranean. I suppose knowing where I am and what I've done, a secluded ranch or vineyard seem to be the last places on earth I'd expect to find me. But when I was little I used to dream about it. Funny what happens to those childhood aspirations. I spent hours drawing horses, thinking about them, and I rode them every chance I got. Somewhere along the way I got thrown off one, I suppose that's where it all ended. I wonder if I'd be happy on one of these secluded places on the planet...just me, my family, a horse, and a pretty piece of earth. Away from people and cultures would I finally find a place where I feel rooted and completely a part of? Perhaps. Perhaps not. I hope I get a chance to find out someday. ¶ 01:30