Emma kaplan

Addicted to my therapist
2016-08-25 14:55:26 (UTC)

Trip home

The car is moving along the highway. It will be hard to beat yesterday's post because that was an amazing day. A wonderful vacation has come to a close. And a move is waiting for me when I get home.

A tricky move because I have to pack when my roommate is not home because several family members including myself fear she might kill me by stabbing me with a pair of scissors (per boyfriend) or with a gun (per parents.)you don't mess with my roommate. I had only done it once by accident. But she is so wierd and deeply isolative you never know what extent she is willing to go to for redemption.

I just got out of my lease sneakily because my landlord forgot to have me sign s new lease. I changed my mind on my verbal agreement 2.5 months ago. And my landlord is in camp Sara the roommate with feet firmly planted.

I am their enemy, but I can't wait to leave and live with my boyfriend.

We traveled to Europe when I was a kid. I collected gravel at famous castles and walked slowly yards behind my parents who were eager to travel. The pace was too fast for me and sights too sophisticated for me to appreciate then. I longed for the traditional fun family vacation. And this trip was partly at the beach, the ultimate happy family destination. We played mini golf. I thought "well what about Paris?" but then I realized mini golf is fun especially if you win like I did. I might have found a new summer tradition.

Thanks for listening!




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