Butterflies and Hurricanes

Who would have thought it,three years down the line, I have a detached house and a son, sometimes it's difficult to equate my life. I never thought for a moment I would be living here, two minutes away from where I grew up- although it's far easier than before to get away, sort -of...strange times have passed. How many times have I walked past this house? I even delivered papers. There's even a ghost. No, really. That will be another entry. This is all rambling as I keep thinking about a differant subject tonight, the subject is leaving for New Zealand in two months time. How do you quantify these things? Wooaw! It doesn't get any easier, it gets further away, like a landslide.