Every New Beginning Comes From Some Other Beginning’s End…
Today is my daughter’s last day in Texas. She’s moving to Colorado, a state safer for women than Texas.
I’m proud of her and happy for this new adventure. I’m sad that I won’t feel her here anymore.
I really need to get the fuck out of the southwest. I’m so over it. I need mountains and rivers that don’t run with red mud. I need lakes that don’t come with water moccasins and alligators. I need to wear a coat more than one or two days per year. I need clean air and water that doesn’t taste like shit, I mean, at least Texas has water that’s better than Arizona but not by a lot. I need green grass and red leaves and snow. I need to be somewhere where they think that 95 degrees is fucking hot instead of too cold to swim in. I want to go camping without it either being too hot or too dangerous because of the animals, snakes and spiders.
I don’t want these things. I need them. When my dad’s wife dies I’ll have several acres of land in Washington, Deer Park, to be exact. But I’m never moving back. I’m never taking a step back. My mental health couldn’t take it. I love living where I don’t run into painful memories in the grocery store. There’s just too many of those there. That sucks, I’m not a lifer after all. I love being so close to so many states, rather than the same old four. I’ve seen sooo many of the US States, I’ve been blessed in that way.
My daughter is brave. She’s intelligent. She’s determined. She’s strong and also funny and beautiful and a soft gentle breeze. I know she’ll kick ass. I mean, she comes from me right? A warrior. She is that.
Closing Time by Semisonic
Night Luvs,
Me
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