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Its been a decently crazy last month and a half. The move back to Phoenix, leaving the ones I loved in Corpus there, not knowing when or if I would see them again. Paul, though, I got to see. He made the trip to Vegas. It was the best time I've ever had there and yet I feel like he had a shitty time. I certainly had a shitty come down from being drunk for three days. But I'll get to that.


Leaving Corpus Christi, not knowing what in the hell exactly is going on in Phoenix, was a bit scary. I mean yeah, the moving truck was paid for, the gas was allotted for, the house and electricity set up. But jobs? Kinda came on a whim. Didn't know where I would get hired if at all. Before I made my way back out to CC, I had trouble finding work. Through some applying myself and not sitting on my ass anymore, I'm fully employed and have 2 other offers that could very well pan out. I do so hope they do. I don't think I'll ever fully comprehend how I went so long without a job. I love working. I also love trying to accommodate financially the life I wanna live.


The people of Corpus. That is what I miss the most being back out here. Don't get me wrong, being so close to family is wonderful again. Being that far away and not having them in the kids lives was torture. Through all the shit I've given and gotten, my family has always been there. And that's kinda what the friends in CC became. I've got Bert again out here, and its like we were never apart. There still is and always be that friendship. I hope I can say the same about Cass, Paul, Jes and Aaron. (and any I might not have listed but still call friend!)


The house here blows the shitty apartment out of the water. Hands down. Its so nice the kids get more room to run around and a backyard to play in. The hike in electricity is a bitch but one worth putting up with. I'm 26 and it still blows my mind that I'm an adult. Bills suck but this isn't the time for the rant about getting old. All I'll say (and basically to myself since that's what this is for) is that getting old sucks. Hooray house!


Las Vegas. I went with high hopes and aside from not coming back rich, I was not disappointed. So many funny things happened that its hard to believe it all went down over three days. Through some dumb wish to live it up while there, I was basically drunk the whole time. I lost my voice from yelling "woo" and am still waiting for it to come back. We got back yesterday and I'm still waiting for that three day binge to stop hurting me physically all over. Part of that is falling at a blackjack table. And falling out of the shower. My hooves slipped right out from underneath me.


There's always so much more. Its a pattern with me updating this. I hope what I wanted to say isn't lost in the billion other things running through my mind. Always.