Its killing me, reading about everyone's poppin beans. things are still in flux. although I have moved out of a hotel room and found a house to rent, sleeping on an air mattress and sitting in a folding lawn chair is not exactly what I call home. Flying back East to get stuff packed and moved so I can sleep in my own bed. miss the girls terribly. apparently, the girls have been bad. my son opened the windows with the weather getting warmer, and when the postal worker came by, Luna jumped on the couch and then jumped thru the screen window...totally freak postman out. it will all be over soon enough. whispering to myself

nothing like a red eye flight to make Sunday morning all bright and special...now I'm going to sleep

I truly love the East Coast. And I struggle with moving to the West Coast. But I can not be me, and not grow. I am just glad to see my son and the girls. My son had a bowl waiting for me when I woke up. No where near as good as Cali bud. The only thing that doesn't change, is change itself.