nicoleamaniac

On the 26th, a good friend of mine is flying into Orlando to help me pack up my car, myself and the da Vinci pup for the drive back home. I couldn't be more excited. I haven't been completely happy since I got to Florida and I honestly don't feel that I would have ever reached that point. I missed home too much...my dad, my best friend (who I haven't seen in nearly a year) and my small circle of friends. The support here hasn't at all been comparable to home and I feel lethargic in a lazy town. I miss the 24 hour cycles, the lights, the sounds...I'm a Vegas girl to the core it seems.

I'm moving home less than a five minute drive from my dad. I have no rent to pay or electric, etc. I only have to worry about my debt and getting rid of it finally. I have a possible interview when I arrive and a few odd side jobs already lined up. The best friend and I have already made all our movie plans and da Vinci is just excited to have a backyard to play in after all these months.

This total feeling of being content has washed over me while I go through this townhouse and packing only the sentimental things as there will be no U-haul. My ex is taking all of the furniture (with the exception of my flat-screen tv lol) and I'm trying to sell the rest. Whatever is left...fuck it. It's the fresh start I wanted in the place that makes me feel the most comfortable...raw. Exactly what I wanted.

I can't wait to hear "Welcome home", I can't wait for all those big city lights. <3