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As in "I've hit." I called the Sam's Club woman several times when I got back to Duluth, left a couple messages and was told the days she be in, even though she wasn't when I called. So I gave up. I decided that I couldn't live there any longer. I had 10 bucks in my checking, only because my mom gave me some money before I left town to go back after spring break. So an hour before I leave town to move back home the Sam's Club woman calls, and tells me to come in for an interview the next day. It's like, "Where the fuck were you?" Anyway, they weren't hiring temp employees, and since temp is all I can do because I'm moving to Minneapolis this summer, something I promised Kristen, I had to sit in the corner of my room for a while and toss it around in my head what was more important to me. A) Being a good person, not going to the interview, telling a bold faced lie about how I don't have to move this summer, then working till the middle of June and leaving anyway. Or B) Telling them I'm sorry for wasting their time, packing up my life and moving home. After hours of thinking...I chose B. So here I am, back in my home town. Honestly it's been great so far. I've missed being able to hang out with my friends without worrying about Kristen getting bored (not that she would throw a fit or anything or even express it.) My friend Liz has a new place...and previous to last night the times I'd been with her since I moved it felt like we were two completely different people, and that I barely knew her, even though she used to be my best friend. Last night though was great, we had an awesome time together, and Kevin came over too. I ended up staying out with Kevin till 5:30 or so in the morning, laughing till my sides hurt the whole time. It was a great, great night. My mom has been very good to me. She has been left alone now because Melissa moved out too for school and never comes home. I feel bad for her, I had no idea it was this hard on her. She'll talk and talk and talk, which I don't mind really, it's nice to have someone to talk to. Then though, she'll worry that she's talking too much and will start apologizing...as if I'm going to leave town again or become annoyed with her because of it. The dog too...I havn't seen her that happy in years. I feel that it was a good choice to come home, not for me, but for them at least. I don't feel that I have much to offer as far as company, I'm a very quiet person usually, but they love me I guess and that's all I really need right now. Sorry I'm a little depressed right now. I left Duluth feeling alright, wasn't that hard to do I was surprised...and I was ok, until today. Today while eating at Taco Bell of all places it hit me like a ton of bricks how much I miss Kristen. I think about her constantly, and I want nothing more than to be holding her close and just listening to her talk about her day. I miss you baby...I hope you know that. Anyway, doing some more job hunting tomorrow, gotta find something that's temporary.