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God, but am I a lucky girl to be here. I'm loved, I love, I'm appreciated and appreciate. I'm blessed and I'm grateful.
I've really gotten it, and I've been changing a lot of my behaviors and finding that, slowly but surely, my attitude and heart start to follow. And, eventually, so does my weight. I'm down over 35 pounds and counting.
Newport Beach is beautiful, and I've been happily surrounded by friends everywhere I go. My time with others is filled with a lot of laughter and silliness, or some good heart-to-hearts. Not to mention a plethora of hugs and kisses. The only time I take out is to do a bit of Sudoku, but maybe someday in the future I'll even get sick of that. You think I would be by now, but there's something strangely satisfying and fun about those stupid puzzles.
I'm flying home on the 11th. For real this time. I'm finally at a place in my recovery that I'm ready to graduate. I look forward to my apartment, my cats, the market, and all of the things that I love back at home, but I'm going to miss my friends and Newport Beach quite dearly. I've come to love it here, and the people I'm surrounded by fill my heart with so much love and laughter.
So going home is not going to be as easy as I wish it will be. Even though I am looking forward to a lot of things, even getting back to some serious graphic design work (and getting paid), friends have always been one of my top priorities in life. None of them are making it any easier to go, either. I'm very suspicious that on Saturday morning I might find myself tied to my bed while my friends burn my place ticket. It feel good to be so appreciated and wanted, and it feels even better to give that love back in return.
It's a good life. I know I'll do well, but sometimes I wish I could pull in all the points of the compass, from the west and the east and the north and the south, until I pulled all of my friends right up with me for a gay old party. One of those types of parties that lasts a fortnight. But I suppose I'll just have to wait until I get married, won't I?
Well, until then, I feel warm and fuzzy just knowing that people I love and who love me are out there, ready and willing and standing by should I ever need them.
I've really gotten it, and I've been changing a lot of my behaviors and finding that, slowly but surely, my attitude and heart start to follow. And, eventually, so does my weight. I'm down over 35 pounds and counting.
Newport Beach is beautiful, and I've been happily surrounded by friends everywhere I go. My time with others is filled with a lot of laughter and silliness, or some good heart-to-hearts. Not to mention a plethora of hugs and kisses. The only time I take out is to do a bit of Sudoku, but maybe someday in the future I'll even get sick of that. You think I would be by now, but there's something strangely satisfying and fun about those stupid puzzles.
I'm flying home on the 11th. For real this time. I'm finally at a place in my recovery that I'm ready to graduate. I look forward to my apartment, my cats, the market, and all of the things that I love back at home, but I'm going to miss my friends and Newport Beach quite dearly. I've come to love it here, and the people I'm surrounded by fill my heart with so much love and laughter.
So going home is not going to be as easy as I wish it will be. Even though I am looking forward to a lot of things, even getting back to some serious graphic design work (and getting paid), friends have always been one of my top priorities in life. None of them are making it any easier to go, either. I'm very suspicious that on Saturday morning I might find myself tied to my bed while my friends burn my place ticket. It feel good to be so appreciated and wanted, and it feels even better to give that love back in return.
It's a good life. I know I'll do well, but sometimes I wish I could pull in all the points of the compass, from the west and the east and the north and the south, until I pulled all of my friends right up with me for a gay old party. One of those types of parties that lasts a fortnight. But I suppose I'll just have to wait until I get married, won't I?
Well, until then, I feel warm and fuzzy just knowing that people I love and who love me are out there, ready and willing and standing by should I ever need them.