So, as some of you might have heard, I am back in the 417. Probably not permanently, but at least semi-permanently. I’ll be here until I decide what it is that I want to do with my life.
I got back early Monday morning. And by early, I mean like 2:30am. So, I’ve been a little bit of a zombie. I’m sorry to those of you who have been trying to talk to me over the past few days (like sense Thursday), I’ve been a pretty bad friend. I just have not had the time to talk to people. That is also why I didn’t tell anyone before hand that I was coming home. I was so busy and I didn’t have time to answer questions, and I didn’t want to only put in half the effort with everyone. So please accept my apology.
I made my decision to come back about a month ago. To be totally honest, I just sort of hated there. I am totally a smalltown girl. Or at least someone who needs a community of caring people around. And that was not the case in SoCal. People were mean and more selfish than I’ve ever met anywhere else. Traffic was bad. The beach was too far away. I had all these opportunities for fun things I could do, but no one to do them with, and things are just not as much fun to do alone. So I didn’t do anything. But then I just got mad. And there were no seasons, and I wasn’t a fan of that. It was just not what I was hoping for.
But I think it was a good trip for me to make. I made some good connections and I got it out of my system. If I hadn’t gone out there I would have always been wondering “what if?” and now I know. I know that it is quite possible the worst place on earth to live. I also have a ton of great stories to tell.
I’m happy to be home, but I’m already planning for my next quest. This time to Nashville.
So there is it. If you guys have any other questions, comments, or concerns, you know how to get a hold of me.