I'm growing not to appreciate this nomadic existence of mine. It's strange to live in different places during different parts of the year, to keep up with both lives. Sometimes I feel like there's just not much left for me here but a lot of burned bridges.
I don't really know what I'm trying to say.
Two books down.
I wish it was easy for me to keep up with people-- to keep in mind the ones I need to call/spend time with, but that's far from my strong suit. So instead, I read, wait tables, and try to stay on my grandmother's good side (thus far, unsuccessful).
I miss my prayer tent. I miss my roomie. I miss all of my besties... there's a lot of them, so it's a pretty big hole in my heart. I'm forgetting how to work in KC mode and OBU mode doesn't quite fit here.
Maybe I could make more sense if it wasn't 1:15 AM right now.
Who knows? I might try again later.
Wishing you the best on this most joyous of occasions,
-V
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