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:: Wednesday, December 11, 2002 ::
It is a hard thing, forging out on one's own.
I am at Jow's house now, having spent two nights each at Adam's, The Wellesley Inn, and one night at Jow's. He and his mom have also shown me exceptional kindness, even going so far as to make chili, my favorite, in my honor last night.
Today, with Adam's help, I'm heading over to the college to get a list of available off-campus housing. I only hope there will be some lead in there. I want to move before Christmas, while this need and want is still fresh and driven. I'm afraid that returning home will return me into stagnation, and the hopeless pull of misery that my future was shaping up to be.
I miss my mother, of course. She's very upset over everything that's happened, and that she's losing me yet again, so soon after getting me back. There's nothing I can do, though - I refuse to live under a roof of hostility. I don't care how much talking went on...it doesn't change what happened, or how I feel about it. Here I have friends and a support system that has seen me through a rough time...this is where I want to be.
~Fox Mackenzie
:: Fox 12/11/2002 08:18:00 AM [Say what?] ::
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