I haven't written. I haven't had much to say. I've realized over the past few months that we're all the same. We are all just dealing with the cards life handed us.
It takes a long time to really get to know someone. I've had the lucky fortune of staying with my family down east for awhile and getting to know them better. There was shit to shovel and bad weather and that one day I stuck most of my body into a green bin infested by maggots to try to find my aunt's earrings. But it was mostly good. :)
My dad took me out for a 15 K hike on one of the hottest days we've seen this summer - with no water. I started to think he was trying to kill me but we had one of the best conversations I've ever had.
I dated a nice boy for awhile. I think anyone you decide to meet at the "Pirate Ship" is special.
The time with my family was probably the most time I'll ever spend with them. When I took my dog in, I thought about dropping him off at the humane society. I didn't sign up for him, and he wasn't the one I would have picked out for myself. I know what it's like though, to be rejected, abandoned and alone. I wouldn't wish that on anyone so I kept him. And gratefully, there are people out there who will do that for me.