Speechless

It feels weird right now. I can't believe what just happened. I have been blessed with the most loving, caring, thoughtful love I could ever have. He has his moments but then again, who doesn't? I thank the Almighty each day that he is in my life. He makes me feel so comforted in the midst of the most violent storms. I need to remember that the next time I feel like ripping one of his limbs off. :-)

These past few weekends have been wonderful. I've forgotten what it's like to take things easy. I've been so busy these past few months (I think since April), I've been so used to just moving, moving, moving. Maybe one day I'll learn how to say no a little more. Eh, I'm young, I still have a ton more years to go to start feeling truly tired.

I'm starting to feel a bit homesick again. I've been trying to get my hands on anything that makes me feel as if I'm at home, 320 Horton, home. I think I'm still a bit bitter that I never was able to say goodbye to that house. Now another family is living there, staying in my old room, enjoying my old yard, relaxing in my old living room, dining in my old kitchen. I just don't feel as if I'm truly going home whenever I visit the family in Stockton. I'm just going over to my parents' house. I guess it had to happen eventually. In some ways, I really can't wait until I can take over the older house so I can remodel it. It would be such a great project, sentimental primarily. It was the first home my parents owned. It was where my friends always used to come over to hang out, eat...there was always food there. There's hardly ever any food at my parents' house. There's hardly anyone ever home at my parents' house. Someone was always home at my house. I guess we've all grown a bit older and hopefully a bit wiser.

I still can't believe Dad voted Republican. I'm am SO going to defeat his ideals of being a pseudo-Republican!