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[31 Dec 2010|04:30pm] |
New Years. I've long since given up on making resolutions and hopes for changes. Instead, I'll be spending it at home, trying to deal with three grouchy children that I'm sure will try and stay up see the ball drop. The boys may make it, I'm betting Fi doesn't make it past 9. Anyone want to take those odds? Anyway, I've gotten off my point. New Years, normally a time for reflection and all that. This time last year, I was riding a desk in Germany.
God, what the hell am I rambling about?
Two kids running around, Cary Grant on T.V, a toddler passed out and snoring in my lap (for now). I can hardly string two fucking sentences together and here I am trying to be philosophical. There's a laundry list of things to pick up, bottles of champagne and sparkling white grape juice, snack foods, God knows what else. This is what my life has become, working a dull job that numbs my mind and coming home to organized chaos and bills I can't pay and a friend that probably hates me because of all the pushing and prodding I reign down upon him. I have the overwhelming need to 'go home', but this should be home. Afghanistan certainly wasn't, nor was Bosnia, Germany and everywhere else I've been. Piper is convinced we're here for good, that Stowe is THE PLACE and now that we're here we can make a home and all that but I've been moving around for so long that I can't help but to already prepare for the move. Jesus Christ, I need to get my head straight. Maybe I should take Jack up on one of his damn offers of a beer...
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