M.I.A.

No, not the singer. So I haven't blogged in a week or so. I've got bloggers block...or maybe it's bloggers depression or something. I've been thinking a lot about my current situation (and Rayanne's visit didn't help much either). I've realized over the course of the past few weeks how unhappy I am here. It's nothing compared to Houston, because I knew in the back of my mind Houston was temporary. I think I miss New Orleans more now than ever, because this move was permanent, and not being able to go home scares me. It's not like Houston, we were 350 miles away from New Orleans, not 1,200. I want to go back, and I want to go back now (of course patience is not one of my virtues, still working on that). I've talked it over with my mom, and of course I have her support, I have a feeling she's going to leave before the year is up anyway because she just received $18,000 from FEMA. He and I have talked about it; he doesn't want to go back. He wants me to try and give Colorado a chance (as if I haven't lived here for 11 years before). With or without him, I'm going back. I prefer that he comes with me, he said he would, but he is prone to changing his mind quicker than a bullet. Of course if he doesn't come, it will be the end of US, because neither one of us want a long distance relationship. It depresses me somewhat that he might change his mind, but I think that if I go back it will be good for me in the long run.