I think I was supposed to live in Texas. I want to wear a cowboy (cowgirl?) hat. I want to line dance. I want to ride horses. I want to be in warm weather. I want to live in Texas. I think I could live in Colorado as well, but there aren't any beaches in Colorado. But there is really good skiing. Hmmm.... Okay, this is where I want to live: a warm climate, but an hour away from really big mountains with great skiing. I want to live no more than 5 minutes from an ocean. I want to be a cowgirl and spend my days wrangling horses. I don't know what wrangling horses means, but I know you don't do it in a cubicle. I want to have cowboy boots and a 10 gallon hat (my father has both of those things, back from when he worked a lot in Texas. He really liked that time in his life. He even went to some rodeos. For those of you who have met my dad, I am not making that up!!) So where can I live? Where am I right on a beach in a constantly warm climate, but only an hour away from the skiing mountains? And where do I wrangle horses? Where do I even learn what that means?

Am I going through a quarter life crisis? Is this what John Mayer is talking about? I'm not going to quit school or work and move back in with my parents. I am going to continue to be a productive member of society. Perhaps Mr. Mayer wasn't actually talking about me. So I guess until Meghanland is discovered (hey stranger things have happened..... okay, maybe not) I guess I will stay in New England and deal with wimpy little mountains for skiing, 8 weeks tops of beach weather, and a severe lack of ranch land for my horse-related daily life.