fatherklyde

ok so i have been a bit of a slacker with this whole "journal" thing, but i have plenty of excuses, i mean reasons. i haven't had computer for a while and my roommates cpu decided to commit sepiku. in the meantime, this is what has happened. i am moving back to the geriatric abyss known publicly as hemet, ca. my whole life i have prepared myself to escape that wretched void that spawned me and here i am purposely going back. what could make a person do this. well...$ does interesting things to a person so does love. both happen to be abundant amidst the shadows of the san jacinto mountains. here in the desert rent went up, my roomie is bailing, and my wheels feel like they've been run thin spinning in one place for too long. there in hemet i just got hired as the city literacy director and the children's librarian spanish assistant. its two good jobs, neither full time however the pay and benefeits in addition to cheaper rent and living expenses means i will be making considerably more and with more time to enjoy it. this alone would not be enough of a siren's call to get me to return "home". but this also gives me a chance to be closer to my sweet dreamer,my family and the Pack. it is quite possible that my father has cancer, my granparents are not of good health, my sister is going through a terrible divorce(aren't they all), i have an opportunity to return to TKD and begin again something I love so much and so my decision was made. the bags are mostly packed, my two week notice has been sent in and it would seem i going back. and yet the butterflies are there and breeding in my tummy like trebbles. why?