Nothing comes easy in the land of dial-up internet and cows. Dad’s Ford F-150 breaks down on me a lot and I miss my stratus. I scraped together 12 years of Christmas money that I’ve never spent because I’ve always envisioned myself 22 and poor. I’m desperately looking forward to a job offer in Knoxville so that I can pay rent on a house that I’m not living in.
Tonight is hard. I’m packing an emergency suitcase because I don’t know if I will need to drive my dad to the emergency room or not. He can’t keep anything down, which is bad within itself but if he can’t hold down his transplant medication then we’ll have to grab the suitcase and go.
I miss Chris, and internet. I miss so many things. Like streetlights, freight trains, and coffee drinks that I didn’t make myself.(Although I mist say that I’m fantastic at it.) I just want stability. And I want to be able to provide it for myself. Reading Game of Thrones is keeping me sane.