Its 245am and my baby sister just walked in. So not good.

Happy Independence day little universe.
As the 10th gets closer, I'm slowly realizing how quickly independence may slip away.
Despite the new freedom its perhaps the farthest from being able to do exactly what I Want to be doing...Maybe its just fear? Maybe its just distance? I guess I was finally starting to get comfortable.

Night two away. In good clean fun... Comes the quote of the day!
"I think I just foamed myself!"
For those interested Resolve carpet cleaner works wonders on upholstry recently assaulted by exploding coke cans in the summer heat. ;)

As I'm crossing the Texas state line, my mp3 randomly shuffles to "Break Away." The irony is enough to laugh at; the message, enough to think on. Now I'm years later in the same place in the same moment. Still smiling, still no regrets.

I've got soul... But i'm not a soldier.
After revealing i had not died after three days of packing and not returning messages, I am yet again mystified at my naive ability to believe in the best in people. With all evidence pointing to the contrary, I still choose to believe it will balance out.

A series of count downs and deadlines begin to replace my checklist. 3 days to move my boxes into the moving trucks. 4 until all cleaning needs to be completed and the painting finished so the carpet cleaners can come. Day following turning in of keys. 7 days til I drive my car for the last time.
Go 4 hours to nowhere only to return right where i wasn't 7 days later. The day following, i am off to Atlanta
Somehow between now and then I am hoping to see the land of entrapment's capital before I see our nations.

"You're our adopted Mom until ten tonight," they say.

As I wait for the parents of my soon to be UN-adopted children to arrive from their 4th delayed flight, I wonder if it is all a ploy, and if they have left their children with me for one more night of bliss and tranquility???

Perhaps not.

I do contemplate my return to the place called "home." --To label it so seems foreign.

Sometime in the "a.m." after receiving just compensation for services, I shall return to my bed, my cat, a dozen or so boxes, and half a dozen unpacked wine bottles.

While I'm slightly tempted--knowing the necessity to either finish said wine, pass it off on friends, or discard it all together to avoid the hazards of traveling wine--I think I will pass.

It seems unreal to be leaving one place to go to another, only to leave there yet again.

Tickets have been bought. Moving trucks arranged, and now, all it seems is to begin the process of leaving....Oddly enough, I have to go back to begin it all????