So.. this is my blog. I'm making a cross country trip and I need a place to write down my thoughts. When you're going to be basically homeless for a month there are bound to be events in life that trigger certain thought processes and those thoughts should be recorded.. if not for you, then for my own piece of mind. This is a little piece of me... so, welcome.


Whose woods these are I think I know.
His house is in the village, though;
He will not see me stopping here
To watch his woods fill up with snow.
My little horse must think it queer
To stop without a farmhouse near
Between the woods and frozen lake
The darkest evening of the year.

He gives his harness bells a shake
To ask if there is some mistake.
The only other sound's the sweep
Of easy wind and downy flake.
The woods are lovely, dark and deep,
But I have promises to keep,
And miles to go before I sleep,
And miles to go before I sleep.

-Robert Frost: Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening.