James and I made it through Denver today and had lunch with a brother! (93 Brother...Thanks so much for lunch!) And then went and had a root beer float with my older sis Desiree. She rocks so hard. :D
Then... it was on the road to bum fuck Nebraska. I really felt fine when we got here. It wasn't until the sun started setting and I was engaging in conversations around the dinner table about the church pie social and how disappointed they are in < insert person A's choice here >, listening to my dog cry out on the porch... that I started feeling it. I am not me here. I knew I wouldn't be. I knew that this was going to be a "temporary uncomfortable" until I find work and a place in Denver. I am still going through a bit of growing pain. I miss home, and people, and sex, and drinking without having the empties counted, and letting my dog roam around, and... it's only the first night.
I really should be less and more critical to a degree. A.) It's bound to happen. The first night of a big new change.... GONNA fucking blow. However... (B.) I knew from previous experience what this was going to be like. Exactly what it was going to be like. And I chose to do it. Fucking saddle up! SRSLY. It isn't forever and I am blessed to have a temporary place to go... with people who love me so very much and who will put up with and support my ass until I can put up with and support it myself!
And Mama made Chicken n' Noodles. If this sounds "so what" to you... you obviously don't know my Mama!!