Time Flew By

My goal of keeping a daily blog has already failed, but like all things, life kinda happened.  This is a busy week for my family -- it always has been.  My mom's birthday was earlier this week, today is my dad's, and my brother Daniel's birthday is tomorrow.  But as far as the last two days go...

Tuesday, lake-effect snow dumped a lot of snow on us.  Nothing new for me, seeing as how I lived near the Great Lakes for all of my life, save for the last three years.  Not only did I wake up angry for no apparent reason, but I had to deal with snow.  If it wasn't for my mom's lack of communication and people skills, I would have just stayed indoors.  But I had to leave and Andrew opted to head out into the snow storm with me.  We wound up eating out at Taco Bell (very fancy), running a few errands, and then wound up at Oakland Mall.  We didn't buy anything or hardly go into any stores, but it was super nice just being with him and out of my house.  It really did make me feel better.

When we got back home, we shoveled the driveway and the sidewalk.  Which, needless to say, expanded into a full out snowball fight that extended down the block into a church parking lot.  The complete silliness of the moment made me giggle like a kid who's been up for far too long that they think that everything is hilarious.  That put a huge smile on my face for the rest of the day.  I really am glad to have Andrew in my life.  He always has a way to make me smile or laugh.  If he wasn't here, I'm sure my folks and I would have had a handful of fights by now.

Then Wednesday rolls around.  My major discovery:  my mom wants to send us back by bus.  That means that I won't have most of my stuff with me.  It means that I'll never get it unless I get back for it, and even then I have to dig around for it in the basement because some jackass will decide that it needs to move for their own benefit.  That really bummed me out.  Not that I thought that my days with Greyhound were over (which I HOPE they are...), but because my mom would so carelessly throw empty promises my way.  "Oh, no.  It just means that we'll have to go down there ourselves to give it to you!"  Yeah, when?  The apocalypse?  I don't think so.  I know it won't happen... so when I go, my stuff does, too.

So, unfortunately, this may delay my return to the East Coast.  Andrew is also getting homesick, which makes me feel worse about the whole situation.  I've felt so bad about this, that I haven't even finished my rough painting yet.  It's been two days... so I guess I fail in that goal, too.  But I guess as long as I'm working on one, it's okay, right?  I'll finish it soon and post it.  I gotta keep on moving forward, no matter how hard it seems like my mom is trying to hold me back.