Hurrah for rash decisions. I'm leaving for Reno on Monday. What can I say? I'm a sucker for springtime in the desert.

At the point of change, I've become quite nostalgic about leaving. I was just getting to know my old friends again. Getting to know some of their children. I went wedding dress shopping with one of my best friends from high school today. And the whether is just nice enough to start riding horse again.

I feel like I miss so much when I'm gone. I feel guilty for not being here for my friends, my family, my animals. I'm the one that chooses to run away, while real life, good and bad, happens here without me.

Nothing, not even the desert, smells as good as wet, melting prairie.