So I thought that by going home, I would start over. Have a fresh new start. I thought wrong. I love my family…that’s not what this is about. It’s about not feeling that I fit in, that maybe…I had taken the wrong turn or taking the wrong fork in the road. That’s the great thing about a strong family. You can do things like that and they won’t punish you for it. They might pout, try to convince you to stay on the same path, but in the end…if you are serious, they will help you backtrack your steps and put you on the right path.
For those of you not in the know, I’m back in CO. I think I've officially decided on making CO the place to start over in. State…not so much but the people…I dig. I think I can make a go of this this time around.
Good times…Good times ahead.
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