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So, I worked a 12 hour shift of Friday night then left to go visit Susan. It was 'supposed' to be a surprise, but I gave it away. =\
The drive sucked. My online directions sucked, bad incorrect mileage, and incorrect exits. This was proven on the first few steps I was given. I assume that is why I ended up south of my object. I ended up in New Orleans, where the hurricane damage is prevalent as if it happened last week. Trees knocked over, walls destroyed, tall office buildings with no windows, and oh yeah, WHAT THE FUCK IS UP WITH THE ROADS? As if prepared for all that flooding, the whole road system is above ground. While being amazed at this fact, I fishtailed and nearly went off a bridge.
I called Susan to ask where to go only to find out I was WAY far away from where she was. So, after getting lost, asking for directions and not being able to understand people's accents, and passing out while driving on a bridge, I eventually made it to someplace where they could meet me at to show me where to go.
Needless to say, we did nothing spectacular the past few days, but everything that happened was spectacular.
I have never had as much fun as I have in the past few days. Everything was great about it. She is so much fun to hang out with. No matter what we did, food fights to just sitting there, every second was amazing. I never felt so comfortable just being me, even when I was quiet. I was fighting the sadness because it was hard on me knowing how short the time was I was going to be there.
The only thing that sucked about my visit was the fact it was over too soon. As soon as I got there I could count down the hours till I had to go. =\
It feels like I had been gone from Kingsport for months, but feels I was only with her for a day.
The hardest part about all this was saying goodbye. I have NEVER had a problem with it before, but with her, I had to try like hell to pull myself away from her. It hurt SO much. I pulled out of the driveway crying, and wanted to just jump out and hug her one more time. I didn't turn on the radio for the first 100 miles of so, I just sat there and thought. Something didn't feel right.
"Home" has never felt like home to me. Closest feeling to 'home' to me was on the ranges of Ft. Benning. Apart from that, NOTHING has felt like a home to me. I have never felt I was 'where I belonged' until now. I left to go home only to realize it felt like I was leaving home. =(
The drive sucked. My online directions sucked, bad incorrect mileage, and incorrect exits. This was proven on the first few steps I was given. I assume that is why I ended up south of my object. I ended up in New Orleans, where the hurricane damage is prevalent as if it happened last week. Trees knocked over, walls destroyed, tall office buildings with no windows, and oh yeah, WHAT THE FUCK IS UP WITH THE ROADS? As if prepared for all that flooding, the whole road system is above ground. While being amazed at this fact, I fishtailed and nearly went off a bridge.
I called Susan to ask where to go only to find out I was WAY far away from where she was. So, after getting lost, asking for directions and not being able to understand people's accents, and passing out while driving on a bridge, I eventually made it to someplace where they could meet me at to show me where to go.
Needless to say, we did nothing spectacular the past few days, but everything that happened was spectacular.
I have never had as much fun as I have in the past few days. Everything was great about it. She is so much fun to hang out with. No matter what we did, food fights to just sitting there, every second was amazing. I never felt so comfortable just being me, even when I was quiet. I was fighting the sadness because it was hard on me knowing how short the time was I was going to be there.
The only thing that sucked about my visit was the fact it was over too soon. As soon as I got there I could count down the hours till I had to go. =\
It feels like I had been gone from Kingsport for months, but feels I was only with her for a day.
The hardest part about all this was saying goodbye. I have NEVER had a problem with it before, but with her, I had to try like hell to pull myself away from her. It hurt SO much. I pulled out of the driveway crying, and wanted to just jump out and hug her one more time. I didn't turn on the radio for the first 100 miles of so, I just sat there and thought. Something didn't feel right.
"Home" has never felt like home to me. Closest feeling to 'home' to me was on the ranges of Ft. Benning. Apart from that, NOTHING has felt like a home to me. I have never felt I was 'where I belonged' until now. I left to go home only to realize it felt like I was leaving home. =(