I left atlanta with $240 in my pocket, now I'm leaving Branchville, NJ with $252. I'm going to come up here more often.
Next stop it Tom's River, NJ (I think). I am going to visit my more direct cousing, her husband, and the unlimited problems that ail here. Mike, remember how we were talking about how tragic my family is, there a whole lot of shit I haven't told you about. Fuck, half of it I didn't even know about. Let's just say that my cousin is having a very hard tmie in life right now. I was hoping for her to come pick me up from Branchville for what is about a 2.5 hour drive back to Tom's River (for those keeping track, I'm moving from a few hours east of the City to a few hours south of the City), but it looks like it is at least going to be her husband, and maybe she will come.
This is probably going to be the most awkward part of the trip. My time in Brnachville with the Higbie's has been absolutely wonderful. Great people, who are good at letting you do your own thing, while still inviting you to be a complete part of the family. Their sons, who are both younger than me, are great people who have an intelligent way to look at the world. Where I'm going has been filled with sadness for the past fwe years, and I'm going stright to the funeral home to try to settle plans for my mom's remains. I was hoping for some alone time between me and my cousin (older by a few years, ~8) so I could talk to her about how difficult life has been, but I doubt I will get that at this point. Unfortunately that was the bright spot I was looking forward too. But I shouldn't get down. I have been giving to the road periodically, and the road has been giving back to me well. Is it wierd that I have somewhat adopted both the mentality and the religion of a character I once played in a role playing game?
Next stop it Tom's River, NJ (I think). I am going to visit my more direct cousing, her husband, and the unlimited problems that ail here. Mike, remember how we were talking about how tragic my family is, there a whole lot of shit I haven't told you about. Fuck, half of it I didn't even know about. Let's just say that my cousin is having a very hard tmie in life right now. I was hoping for her to come pick me up from Branchville for what is about a 2.5 hour drive back to Tom's River (for those keeping track, I'm moving from a few hours east of the City to a few hours south of the City), but it looks like it is at least going to be her husband, and maybe she will come.
This is probably going to be the most awkward part of the trip. My time in Brnachville with the Higbie's has been absolutely wonderful. Great people, who are good at letting you do your own thing, while still inviting you to be a complete part of the family. Their sons, who are both younger than me, are great people who have an intelligent way to look at the world. Where I'm going has been filled with sadness for the past fwe years, and I'm going stright to the funeral home to try to settle plans for my mom's remains. I was hoping for some alone time between me and my cousin (older by a few years, ~8) so I could talk to her about how difficult life has been, but I doubt I will get that at this point. Unfortunately that was the bright spot I was looking forward too. But I shouldn't get down. I have been giving to the road periodically, and the road has been giving back to me well. Is it wierd that I have somewhat adopted both the mentality and the religion of a character I once played in a role playing game?
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