Coming home to a smouldering burn.

I returned home last night around 1:00 in the morning. I gave my mother a hug, and i could not stay awake a minute longer. I made sure to bring in my wallet, fiddle and laptop into the house, I still have the rest of my stuff still in my blazer.

I slept fairly well, it's the first time in ages that I had a bed that could support my weight evenly. It's nice.

I knew I had to talk to my mother about February. After tearful and stingingly painful expressions of what happened that week, we were finally able to build a foundation to becoming a family again. I am not ready to forgive her for doing what she did to herself. Period. It is impossible to explain what kind of emotions swilled in my head for the last 3 months, but all I can say is that this is something that no one can ever imagine going through.

I am looking forward to getting back into the 9 to 5 work world back in good ol' chucktown. First however... i'm going to sleep for a good month. Sweet dreams!