What a week I've had.
It started actually last week with me going nuts trying to reach my aunts in La. and hoping they made it through Katrina okay. Thankfully they did except for one who had all her stuff stored in New Orleans. Other than that everything was as good as it could be for my friends and family in La.
Then as if things couldn't get worse one week ago today we had to put my dog to sleep who I've had since I was 5. It's been strange after 15 years to not have to kick her off my bed so I could get a little bit of cover.
I feel bad in a way that I never cried over either incidents but I guess the magnitude of both changes haven't really hit me yet. I mean I lived in La. for 18 years and hoped to go to New Orleans one day when I could drive and chill at Mardi Gras but now it looks like that dream will never come true and I just haven't fully realized it.
I'll never be bitten by my dog again as I pull the cover from under her back.
Maybe it's all for the best really though. Now I am stayikng in Ga. without my sole friend who is still in La. I don't really know what to do from here or where to go but atleast I still have my sanity back.
It only took two disasters (in my eyes) for me to realize this shit is way to short to take for granted. Now I just need to find a way to take it for what it's worth.
I'm probably speaking to an empty room but if someone reads this I'm sure you can understand what I'm going through and how many pieces my mind is in right now.
If you live in or around northern Ga. and know of something to for little money I need some time out of this house and away from my memories.
It started actually last week with me going nuts trying to reach my aunts in La. and hoping they made it through Katrina okay. Thankfully they did except for one who had all her stuff stored in New Orleans. Other than that everything was as good as it could be for my friends and family in La.
Then as if things couldn't get worse one week ago today we had to put my dog to sleep who I've had since I was 5. It's been strange after 15 years to not have to kick her off my bed so I could get a little bit of cover.
I feel bad in a way that I never cried over either incidents but I guess the magnitude of both changes haven't really hit me yet. I mean I lived in La. for 18 years and hoped to go to New Orleans one day when I could drive and chill at Mardi Gras but now it looks like that dream will never come true and I just haven't fully realized it.
I'll never be bitten by my dog again as I pull the cover from under her back.
Maybe it's all for the best really though. Now I am stayikng in Ga. without my sole friend who is still in La. I don't really know what to do from here or where to go but atleast I still have my sanity back.
It only took two disasters (in my eyes) for me to realize this shit is way to short to take for granted. Now I just need to find a way to take it for what it's worth.
I'm probably speaking to an empty room but if someone reads this I'm sure you can understand what I'm going through and how many pieces my mind is in right now.
If you live in or around northern Ga. and know of something to for little money I need some time out of this house and away from my memories.