EEP!

Blogger Buddies,

I AM GOING HOME! I GET TO SEE MY MOMMERS! (And Poppers!)

I am so excited!

AND SO APPREHENSIVE...

My blog is a relatively new thing (but so about time, and let's be honest, you LOVE it!), but for those of you who were tuned into the extravaganza (read: drama-filled craziness) that was my life before this blog, you will know what going home forbodes.

Last Christmas I went for 10 days and very nearly killed myself. I swore I'd only go back for 2 or 3 days at the max. Then I tried buying plane tickets. UGH. The cheapest ticket I could find was for 3 weeks. 3 W E E K S.

Thankfully I have planned a 4-day trip to Ohio and am working on an excursion to D.C., for a wedding.

When I first bought the ticket, my Mom asked: "Okay, but what is going to make this time different?"

I have no answer. But it MUST be. I cannot survive another ordeal like that. Something, anything, must be different. It just has to be.

So please hold my hand, wish me luck, and stay tuned. The next three weeks are going to be interesting (and devoid of Sunday School Moments :( ). Bear with me if my posts become angstier than normal, but here's to hoping, and praying, that this vacation is a GOOD one, and that I have a HAPPY, MERRY Christmas, like I so desperately desire.

Comments

Candice said…
you can so totally do this! if i can pass my semester from h e double hockey sticks, than you can survive your trip home. love you much! muah!
December 16, 2008 at 1:18 PM
Scott said…
Good luck, man! You can do it! :)
December 16, 2008 at 2:02 PM
SWILUA said…
consider your hand held. ;-)
December 16, 2008 at 2:29 PM
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