In an effort to cleanse myself of all the worry and stress I've been dealing with lately (see pretty much every post since I moved to Georgia) I'm off to Virginia Beach for the next couple days to see my Dad and my sister Crystal and her family. I'm convinced that those bastard movers are going to call me Monday when I'm in VA and tell me that they are coming Tuesday so I have to hustle back on the fly. Who am I kidding? They aren't calling.
I'm truly hoping that this little trip gets me into a better place mentally. I have really withdrawn from doing anything here, I'm not mentally committing to this relocation thing. I guess the whole bad experience with the punk chick and the constant swarm of creepy dudes that always seem to surround my posse of girls put me off to the idea of going out. Tonight I intentionally avoiding phone calls because I'm just not good company. And I don't want to be like that. I promised myself I was going to make this work and be a different person once I moved. I need this time away to help me refocus on that goal.
Wish me luck.
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