Strange city, strange time and a strangled state of mind.

Here nothing is my own, not the home I live in, not the bed I sleep in and not the personality put on display.

And for the first time in 21 years.... I'm lost.

A life well lived must be left behind. Aquaintances will go to waste.

 Friendships must be strained. A part of a family will be less broken.

And maybe its better this way.

A new set cant have ghosts from the past. New scenery cant remind you of prior hurt.

A new city cant have people who loved you and left you.

There will be new cafe`s, not like the ones where we talked for hours about which cousin came out on top.

There will be new malls, not like the ones we spent all sunday in trying on the perfect black dress and giggling about why i was wearing a sexy bra.

There will be new restaurants, not like the ones where we ate and condemned a cow in.

New clubs, ones which wont have you dancing close behind me, holding me close, house music on the decks.

There will be new cars to ride in, new gear shifts to hold hands over and new tryes to change.

There will be a new home, not one that will be open to any of you at three in the morning.

There will be a new bed, different from the one we spent all week falling in love in.

A new bathroom, one without coed showers.

There will be a new me.

A new start, another chance, a better beginning.

And yet....... I just want to go home, take off this uniform and leave the show.