sigh
I just walked into my house, after being away for the weekend in mission, and i feel an overwhelming sense of happiness. this is not normal. i do not walk into my house and feel like everything is okay. usually i somewhat dread the feeling i get when i come home. its not like i live in a horrible home, but its not exactly what i would call a relaxing atmosphere. but tonight, the house is warm, and i can hear the tv blaring. my parents are sitting on the couch together watching an old english murder mystery, the volume is up loud as they strain to understand the thick english accents of Ms. Marple, the great detective. ive always joked about how much i hate those old movies they watch, yet im realising how much i actually like it. they havent watched one of these movies in a long time, and it obviously makes them happy, which is good enough for me.
while i was at work today, the police left a message saying my car was found in chilliwack. at least the theives were nice enough to bring it closer to my house than were it was originally stolen in abby. i hope its trashed, because i dont feel like fixing it, especially because who knows if ICBC will give me enough money to cover it.
I am very grateful to anybody thats driven me around this past week, and for the week to come. I would just like to say thanks.
while i was at work today, the police left a message saying my car was found in chilliwack. at least the theives were nice enough to bring it closer to my house than were it was originally stolen in abby. i hope its trashed, because i dont feel like fixing it, especially because who knows if ICBC will give me enough money to cover it.
I am very grateful to anybody thats driven me around this past week, and for the week to come. I would just like to say thanks.