Yup. That’s right. Going back home. I’m pretty excited. Butterflies because I don’t like traveling but other than that I’m pretty happy and excited. I can’t wait to get back to my old life. Kind of my old life, kind of new.
I’m selling everything I’ve bought since I’ve gotten here and only taking back what I came with so I can fit in the same vehicle I came in. I don’t want to get a moving truck. The furniture I bought isn’t worth moving. I’ll miss my desk though, I like my desk. Oh well, I can buy another one later.
My sister is thinking about making a job change so she is fine with me leaving because she thinks she’s leaving too. And where she thinks she’s moving is only 2 hours away from home so we potentially can see each other for holidays and such.
My ex-husband is letting me stay with him temporarily while I wait for an apartment to open. I’m very thankful he’s letting me come back home. I miss my kids so much.