Home isn’t home anymore, and I’m okay with that.  It hasn’t felt that way in some time.

Its too quiet, too tense and apparently too full of lies from long ago I wasn’t even aware of until now.  I knew before now I had made the right choice, but that doesn’t mean learning so much of a previous life was a bold faced lie hurts any less.

 

I had a mid-week getaway.  I needed it.  I wish I could get away again already.  Hell, I wished that as I reversed out of the parking space Friday afternoon.  So many reasons to start again.

 

 

I should have split this into 2 posts.  The good vs. the bad.  But I need the good to outweigh the bad in life for once.  It’s got to work that way at some point, otherwise, what the fuck are we all doing here anyway?