for the better part of seven months.
She asked if she could go back home and yes, they said, emphatically and over and over and over. But I haven't called her.
Everything I have ever owned got dusty and old.
It's just a story that makes mid-day television because it's too ludicrous for prime-time and don't seem real enough for the news.
It's been a long year but I'm not ready to give up.
And you know, I did just fine without you. Didn't I? Maybe I'm not the person I thought I'd be by now. No, I'm definitely not. But I'm okay with that. I know I've let a lot of people down. Or maybe I'm thinking too much of myself and I didn't really let anyone down. This is just the way things happen sometimes.
Maybe it's time to leave your change behind.
I've changed a lot. If I didn't change, I don't know what would be left of me. All that is left of me is all that I have. And some have chosen to stay and stick it out and see what becomes of it and me. And some have chosen not to. And that's okay. Because sometimes that's the easier choice.
I was never a very good sister. Will weeks in the rain cure me of this? Probably not. I'd need to intend to.
-Theresa
P.S. Road Trip 2011 will still hold its name, though it's more of a four week long journey of planes, trains and automobiles.
