Eleven
My vacation was awesome, albeit dangerously cold.
Despite that, I've decided to finish this last class, get my A+ certification, call in some favors to find a new job and move back to Ohio.
Already got a place to live that isn't either of my parents' places in a good location; right next to the city, but not in it.
My parents, while not old, aren't getting any younger. Same with my brothers. And I miss just being able to hang out with them. Playing cards with Don and Carl until 4am. Making Ma a tuna and avacado sammich. Watching sports I don't even like with Dad.
All my old friends are still the same; awesome. I wish I could have seen all of them. But at least the ones I did get to see are among my favorites.
I didn't have one bad day there.
I must admit that I am very worried about my brother Dan. He's... gotten a bit farther down the road he's always been traveling than I'd imagined. I hope to do him some good by just being around. He took the news of my moving the first time quite hard.
In summation, the entire week was just great. I haven't felt that understood and comfortable in years. And it was one of those first nights, with Doug, Aaron, Zach et al, just listening to me and seeming to get what I'm saying that I decided to go back.
Not that there isn't a soul here that gets me, just far fewer and so many that think they do and, while seeming to listen to what I've said, never actually hear me.
I've been thinking about moving back for quite some time now, really. I first started getting serious about the idea when I broke my arm and I found out who it was I could count on to help me. Then even more so when my mom broke her foot in August and I wasn't around to help out.
I mean, she had Don and Dan and friends to help her out... but why wasn't I one of them?
She wasn't mad about that in the least of course, but I still feel extreme guilt about it.
And then I got back here. Shit everywhere. Food on the kitchen counters. All the lights on. Roommate's girlfriend here all the time, but never talks to anyone (and we used to be best friends). Both of them have that... "delay" in speech. Notices of late fees on the counter. I can't walk outside without hearing something unlikeable going down.
I just don't want to be around this anymore.
Everything I have going for me here is self-made and I could have going for me under a dead Ohio sky, with family and close friends.
I'd get to have all four seasons again. Dad said he'll give me some garden space. I could hug Ma whenever I want. I could lose money at poker every month. I'll get to see my brother's boy grow up. I could help everyone keep my other brother in line. I'll have a nice house with a yard and basement surrounded by spruce and maple trees right next to the river.
So, the plan, as it stands, is to be back in time to enjoy most of the Ohio summer (late June / early July).
I don't really care to get around and say goodbye to all the friends I've made here. But I definitely will to the ones that I've KEPT.
Probably get started on that soon since I've only got three and a half months or so to get everyone covered.
I think selling off all my stuff will be the most difficult of all of this. I've tossed the idea of renting a tow-dealie and hauling all my stuff back with a few people who've offered to fly out and help me lug it all back, but when we get into the numbers it becomes quite apparent that airfare to get here and then the cost of a one-way U-Haul rental combine would easily exceed the stuff I can't fit in my car.
All I need to take are my computers, clothing, some kitchen stuff, good bedding, personal affects and my favorite books. So, maybe I'll have to ship a box or two back, but as for taking my bed and furniture.... cheaper to just replace when I get home.
So, if you know anyone looking for a bed, night stand, book shelf etc, get a hold of me. Low low prices, everything must go.
Despite that, I've decided to finish this last class, get my A+ certification, call in some favors to find a new job and move back to Ohio.
Already got a place to live that isn't either of my parents' places in a good location; right next to the city, but not in it.
My parents, while not old, aren't getting any younger. Same with my brothers. And I miss just being able to hang out with them. Playing cards with Don and Carl until 4am. Making Ma a tuna and avacado sammich. Watching sports I don't even like with Dad.
All my old friends are still the same; awesome. I wish I could have seen all of them. But at least the ones I did get to see are among my favorites.
I didn't have one bad day there.
I must admit that I am very worried about my brother Dan. He's... gotten a bit farther down the road he's always been traveling than I'd imagined. I hope to do him some good by just being around. He took the news of my moving the first time quite hard.
In summation, the entire week was just great. I haven't felt that understood and comfortable in years. And it was one of those first nights, with Doug, Aaron, Zach et al, just listening to me and seeming to get what I'm saying that I decided to go back.
Not that there isn't a soul here that gets me, just far fewer and so many that think they do and, while seeming to listen to what I've said, never actually hear me.
I've been thinking about moving back for quite some time now, really. I first started getting serious about the idea when I broke my arm and I found out who it was I could count on to help me. Then even more so when my mom broke her foot in August and I wasn't around to help out.
I mean, she had Don and Dan and friends to help her out... but why wasn't I one of them?
She wasn't mad about that in the least of course, but I still feel extreme guilt about it.
And then I got back here. Shit everywhere. Food on the kitchen counters. All the lights on. Roommate's girlfriend here all the time, but never talks to anyone (and we used to be best friends). Both of them have that... "delay" in speech. Notices of late fees on the counter. I can't walk outside without hearing something unlikeable going down.
I just don't want to be around this anymore.
Everything I have going for me here is self-made and I could have going for me under a dead Ohio sky, with family and close friends.
I'd get to have all four seasons again. Dad said he'll give me some garden space. I could hug Ma whenever I want. I could lose money at poker every month. I'll get to see my brother's boy grow up. I could help everyone keep my other brother in line. I'll have a nice house with a yard and basement surrounded by spruce and maple trees right next to the river.
So, the plan, as it stands, is to be back in time to enjoy most of the Ohio summer (late June / early July).
I don't really care to get around and say goodbye to all the friends I've made here. But I definitely will to the ones that I've KEPT.
Probably get started on that soon since I've only got three and a half months or so to get everyone covered.
I think selling off all my stuff will be the most difficult of all of this. I've tossed the idea of renting a tow-dealie and hauling all my stuff back with a few people who've offered to fly out and help me lug it all back, but when we get into the numbers it becomes quite apparent that airfare to get here and then the cost of a one-way U-Haul rental combine would easily exceed the stuff I can't fit in my car.
All I need to take are my computers, clothing, some kitchen stuff, good bedding, personal affects and my favorite books. So, maybe I'll have to ship a box or two back, but as for taking my bed and furniture.... cheaper to just replace when I get home.
So, if you know anyone looking for a bed, night stand, book shelf etc, get a hold of me. Low low prices, everything must go.