So as you may all know, my trip to N.O. was last week, and as I've stated before, that trip would determine whether or not my mom would be moving back this summer. Well, after much consideration and thought *or lack there of* she has decided to not move back this summer, but she will HELP ME move back. I had already decided before we came that if she wasn't coming back, I would without her. I've gotten tired of the indecisiveness, the up and down of the situation...staying here, going back, what to do what to do. It drove me everyday that she would change her mind about what she wanted to do, telling me one thing and then another. So instead of getting my hopes up based on her decision, I said fuck it, I'll move back without my family, there's no way in hell I'll make it out here for the summer. So I put in an application for this apartment by Xavier and I'm waiting to be approved. It's not bad for the price they want, I'm just worried about living in the ghetto, but hey, beggers can't be choosers. Amazingly, the 9 day seperation before the hubby and I has actually brought us closer. I missed him so much when I was away and I couldn't wait to go home and be with him. Corny, I know. But I guess absence makes the heart grow fonder. He actually cleaned up before I got home (and if you know my boyfriend, that's a very sweet gesture because he never cleans up on his own!). But it's late, and I'm sleepy, so maybe I'll update a little later with details of my trip home.