Homeward bound. Finally.
And, for better or worse, home is Bakersfield.
I've missed the boyfriend immensely and can't wait to see him.
And I've missed our new home, which I've come to really love. I'd love it a whole lot more if we could just airlift it to another city.
I realized last night that I've lived at my parents house longer these past few weeks than I have in the new house. Time to get back.
I really hope my folks are up to the task. For the past two days my mother has acted invincible, but I'm realizing now that may have just been an act to make me feel it was OK to leave. This morning she seems a little emotional and scared.
I hope everything will be OK.
