Where do we find our road? I always thought that at some point there would be some magic map handed to me along the weathered path. It hasn't been till recently that I realized that I am the magic captain of this crazy ship of dreams, and without a compass or map, and I would have to find my own way. And along the way I have discovered things rivaling Stonehenge or Mayan Ruins......... Friends, good friends anyways, come once in a great while. And when you discover these friends, hold on tight and enjoy the ride. Some are like the ferris wheel, scenic and predictable, but always amaze you when you get to the top, some are like the Teacups at Magic Kingdom, crazy and unbalanced. At any moment you feel certain that your not quite sure where you are but you feel a calm when you see the familiar face in front of you smiling and laughing along the way. But no matter what the ride, they are always there. Sometimes they are not even the same people. In my life I have moved on to different people and friends as quickly as cities, but I always find a home. The point isnt having someone to hold your hand down the path, but someone to walk along with you and make the trip more fun.