Today I kept talking about PA and TX as if I’m on vacation. I was thinking about home. About TX. And the only thing that makes it home is the friends I left behind. I of course realized that I was wrong. I will no longer be driving cross country to return to my cruddy little house on 6th street. And, I’m glad. I hated living in TX. I like PA. I like the area. I like the fact that the kids get to know their grandparents and aunts and uncles. But there is so much more that I wanted to do.

Today was a rough day. And all I wanted was to talk to my best friend. And sadly enough her phone battery is dead (typical) and her home line was never answered. It’s been two weeks since we’ve moved. And I’ve been through a lot.

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