I am excited. But I don't feel so hot... I really don't feel good. I'm all achey and feverish feeling.
The only person I havn't talked to yet about my moving is my dad and grandpa. And my Swift. Which, I'm sure after talking to his wife, He'll know.
I'm gonna go lay down or something. Try and feel better... Wait, I have to wait til mom gets home so I can talk to dad... I don't wanna do this alone. I know, I am such a wimp when it somes to my dad. But his approval and love means SO much to me. He's been the only and constant solid thing in my life EVER. Even BioMom hasn't been that. I've seen her maybe a handful of times in my life.
Shit, I gotta notify all kinds of family members and tell them. I have moving. Well, big moves like this anyways.
“...So do we pass the ghosts that haunt us later in our lives; they sit undramatically by the roadside like poor beggars, and we see them only from the corners of our eyes, if we see them at all. The idea that they have been waiting there for us rarely if ever crosses our minds. Yet they do wait, and when we have passed, they gather up their bundles of memory and fall in behind, treading in our footsteps and catching up, little by little.”--Stephen King
4-30-11 = Best Day of My Life
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