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My Life Thus Far
2006-07-03 03:13:04 (UTC)

Freedom

I'm ready to go. My house isn't ready for me to go, but I
am. All day, I've tried to get myself to clean, pack and
organize, but the desire just hasn't been there. This
depression is really kicking my ass today. I've managed to
get about 3/4 of the packing done. All that's left is
Annie's clothes and my toiletries. So, I'm okay. It
doesn't look like the house is getting cleaned, but I will
wash the dishes in the sink (for sanitary reasons) and
sweep the floors just so the place isn't condemned when I
get home. The desire to drop everything and go is very
enticing and hard to resist, but I can't do that.
Hopefully the urge to have things perfect doesn't unearth
and keep me up cleaning all night. I'm going to need my
sleep. I'm hoping to be up and out of here no later than
6am. So I can beat any rush hour traffic in Tacoma (over
the Narrows), which always gets bad around 7am (thank you
KOMO point-to-point traffic map for that bit of traffic
information).

Everyone who's heard I'm doing this drive alone don't
think I'm capable of accomplishing it. Annie ran her mouth
to our upstairs neighbor today, who also looked at me like
I'm a moron for deciding to undertake such a trip. Well,
I'm not a moron, I know I can do it and I'm going to enjoy
it, too. I love driving. I love my car, I love the freedom
of getting away, of being FREE to go anywhere I please.
I'm looking forward to surprising Snookums and getting a
chance to meet my Dad. No one else may think I'm capable
of handling this, but I know I am. It's just one more way
I can prove them wrong.

Getting the girls' to bed tonight was challenging. Annie
is all wound up and Kiki is feeding off of her energy. So,
they're still awake, but in bed watching a Baby Einstein
DVD. They're going to be in for a rude awakening 5am
tomorrow morning. I hope they're at least asleep in an
hour so they can get 8 hours, but if they're sleepy all
the better for me. It'll be a quiet ride.

I'd better go finish my packing. It isn't going to take
care of itself. I don't know if I'll be writing while I'm
gone. I don't want to ask my Dad to use his computer (a PC
doesn't stand for personal computer for nothing). So, I'll
write in the stupid journal my therapist gave me and
transfer it when I get home. That way you won't miss a
single detail about my journey. I'll miss writing in you,
but I'll be writing all my experiences down, so look for
me to return sometime next week. Ciao.




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