what a rough couple weeks it's been. lots of emotional turmoil. Well, I am here, back home in SoCAL, packed up the ex-fiancee, Amber, and got her to Utah(that was tough). Packed up myself, with only kenny to help (a nice assist from Brad one night) put everything in storage and drove the 7 hours to LA to find my brother and sister-in-law have also decided to move. So essentially I've spent the last 10 days moving someone. I'm in such a strange emotional state right now I'm really not sure what to think. It's nice being here with the family, spent the last two days covering alot of ground with Kenny, and the funny thing is, I expected alot of memories when i came back, but I am surprised at the memories that I am getting. Mostly recent ones, not ones from way back. Memories from recent trips to LA i've taken with Jen, Ann, and Amber. Memories from Halie's 16th birthday party last year. But mostly memories of me, just here on my own doing my own thing. Seems like it's always been that way.
And I already miss it. I miss my house, my place, my room. My stuff.
Don't get me wrong, I am really glad for this opportunity to do alot of things i normally wouldn't get to do. Really grateful to my parents who have allowed me to do it. And when I'm doing it, I am really happy. But I realize it when I drive past Hsa Lai temple, or the riverside courthouse, or certain sections of the freeway .. but mostly when i close my eyes before i go to sleep, and even tho kenny is next to me, i still know it. This just doesn't feel right.
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