Not that one. The one from the A-Team. You remember.
“I love it when a plan comes together.”
Yeah. ‘Cause mine tend to fall the hell apart.
This post is so hard to write. I’m refusing to allow myself to crawl into a hole (there’s no time and it doesn’t help anyway) but knowing that doesn’t make facing this any easier.
So. The Ohio plan fell apart. We will not be renting Bly’s mom’s house. Bly is returning to Ohio and getting a place of her own. I am still hoping to go as well and split the moving costs, but that’s going to depend on a lot of things, that all boil down to one question:
Can I find a way to move across the country with no home, car, or job waiting for me when I arrive, or find a way to acquire at least the first the moment I arrive, and the other two very quickly afterwards?
Fascinating question, isn’t it?
I want to go. I want to go home, only not home. I want to be right between Dad and Jeff, and in a new and lovely place near Bly. I have been in Arizona twenty years, and while it’s beautiful and fascinating and culturally rich and all, it will never be home. But how the hell do I make it work?
::sits next to you and squeezes your hand::