Home

Okay, so going home is looking like more and more of a possibility. Dad called last night and says he will finance the move if I live with him so that he can help me get my life back together. Apparently he feels that he and mom must have done something wrong, or not done something, that resulted in me "making the decisions you've made in the past few years." So we are to live with him so he can rectify the situation. Worried? Yeah.

Aside from the crummy job market in the county, living at dad's shouldn't actually be such a bad thing. Rent-free, he'll let me drive one of his cars, we'll be able to do all the outdoorsy stuff I've been missing for years. Dunno how long I'll be there: it sounds like it'll be until dad feels I'm ready. I don't really think I'm as much of a basketcase as he thinks I am, so it shoudn't take that long. Hopefully only ~ 6 months. Long enough to clean up my credit rating and get a little padding in the bank account.

I think Johnnie and I will be okay. And I will feel so much better with Morgan around my family.

~Sierra