On the day I left home, I insisted on driving the car. Dressed all in blue, sitting on top of the world in a blue truck full of my possessions, I pulled away from the curb, windows rolled down in the ninety degree noon-day sun singing along to the Rolling Stones' "Angie"...ain't it time we said 'goodbye'?"

Today I packed up half of my things, singing along to Tori Amos' cover of the song...dry those tears from your eyes... Under a steady fall of fluffy white snowflakes, I packed up the car and let my father drive me home through a white world shrouded in darkness.