Turn and face the strain

I'll update more later. But my weekend consisted of Lynne visiting and partying till the crack ass of dawn with her and company. Then my great grandma turned 100 this weekend (technically today maybe? or tomorrow but this weekend was better for everyone) and mostly all of my family came to see her. I don't think many have seen someone that old close up.

So now I'm struggling to sleep, thinking of the past and decisions I've made and shit I've said and blah blah blah. I feel like moving to somewhere new. Maybe I think by running away from old memories they will disappear quicker? I know it won't but a change of scenery might be an option. Where to go? Down south with my parents where I know no one but them? DEF not with my sister in the northern south, she's a bia. Up north with the doctor where he'll have no time to hang out with the new transitor? Out east where there's no room for me but to live with a stranger? And to think I also have little funds to rent a U-Haul to drive all my shit somewhere where I might have a friend living. I'm not good with self change. I handled it well when moving around the world where my parents were steering. Now I'm in charge of my own fate and it's scary as hell. I fear change and yet I'm smack dab in the middle of it.

SO here's a pic of the first (of many??) change(s). A before and after picture of my hair (not taken at the time).














Time to sleep. My dear mother is sleeping on the couch so I can drive her to the airport tomorrow to go back to Florida after a crazy weekend. I probably should sleep so I can even drive. It's not too late though. But it will be after I get sucked into this book I'm reading about Broadway dogs and the trainer that made them all famous. I'm a huge nerd I know. I fucking love it.