So, I am here. In Colorado… in my livingroom to be concise. I am exhausted, stubborn, and really, REALLY Homesick. I am not quite sure as to the origins of this onset of nostalgia and impending sadness, as the A-Team is on in the background. Nevertheless, I am sad. I would cry, except that tears…
We both need to find a better way to cope with our stress than eating. Eating accomplishes making our asses fatter, and that is all. Lawd knows I got enough ass…
I’m sorry that you’re feeling homesick. As much as I’ve moved around over the years, I am certainly acquainted with those pangs. I can’t count how many times even just seeing something that reminds me of you (and let’s face it, half the shit that exists reminds me of you) makes me long for the days when we were joined at the hip. Home for me is never a place; it’s people. We’re peas in a pod that way.
Lucky for you, you have the kind of man we always said we wanted: someone who is worth following to the ends of the earth. He is your family now. Well, him and Mollie and CK. And that baby you should already have conceived, dammit.
Be happy that planes exist, homes. And the facebook. Imagine we lived in another century. You’d have to travel to see your fam for weeks by horse and buggy and you might die of dysentery on the way!
I’m not trying to minimize your strife. Just reminding you of the bright side, because that’s what you’d do for me. You rock my party. :)
Love, hugs, and sonic booms,
Moskweesha
