In a week, I'll be back in Pensacola, Florida. See this face? Well, if you could see my face right now, you would notice the obvious frown cut into my mouth and the scrunched brow. I am not thrilled with this at all.
Without going into too much detail - not because I don't mind the juicy gossip that comes from being me but rather, waking from a troubled sleep at 530a leaves me impatient for details - I'm just not cutting it here in Texas. So, to save Em and myself from drowning in ridiculous amounts of trouble, I'm tucking my tail and returning to Florida.
Regarding DFW, my list of people and things I will miss is long. The potential of what I felt I could accomplish here is too heavy right now to address. But honestly, I will miss Z the most. There is sadness in this that I will not explain. Anger and worry show themselves too. I just don't want to say goodbye to him.
sigh.....I am so not ready for this.