Part of me is excited to have finally reached this point. I'm finally training for track, knock on wood. It's been a rough recovery and I know I still have a long road ahead. I forgot how tired I end up. ha.
Perhaps what I miss most is my big yellow Lab. I want to have his needle-like white fur stuck in my black sweatpants and drool stains on my favorite slippers. as he gets older, the more time I spend away from him, the more it makes me want to go home and just give him a big hug, despite his awful B.O.
It's overwhelming trying to find that place where I'm going to fit in or find myself in the future. I tend to be off on my own a lot these days. I'm ok with it, but at the same time, I wish I had some closer relationships. Paul is 350 miles away and sometimes a quick good night text is worse than hearing nothing at all. It's my own fault. I fought so hard for that relationship that I let other things slip by the wayside. I've made my decisions and need to just carry on. Working in insurance with my Dad is looking more promising. I just don't want to get sucked in and be so unhappy like he is at times. I want to write, but I've found that maybe I like creative writing more. And photography. I guess what this blog is going to explore is just my day to day experiences as I figure out where I travel.
The goofball in Otis. Love my Nikon :)
Otis again. Fooled around with the contrast a bit. It's the wheel to a jetski lift.
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