You're all dying for an update, right?
Well, the weather the last two days has been bearable. I got to see Becca today. We're going to Scranton this afternoon (swimming pool! hell's kitchen! food network!backyard!). We've successfully survived three weeks in Pennsylvania, and have five to go.
In other news, I'm feeling vulnerable and lonely. I have a really hard time not crying when I think about missing my friends. I want to be able to step outside my door and not have to put my armor on because I don't know who will approach me or what they'll want.
At the grocery store this morning, a lady with a speech impediment told me she wanted to buy my groceries for me with her food stamps in exchange for cash. I lied and told her I didn't have any cash. I'm assuming her proposal was illegal, and it made me wonder what she wanted the cash for. I sighed, realized I didn't want to know, and wandered around trying to find napkins (it's a really counterintuitive grocery setup).
Keeping busy with Guy underfoot is hard. I run out of ideas by noon most days, and out of energy even before that.
The thought that keeps running through my head?
This is the hardest thing I've ever done.
Oh, yeah. And I can't find an OB/GYN who will see me for just one apointment here in Philadelphia, so I'll probably have to spend a week in Scranton without Josh and go see my aunt's doctor. Who has graciously agreed to see me if I need anything. Everywhere I turn there are road blocks and blessings. But it's still hard.
4 comments:
I'm sorry that you are having such a tough time. If you need a good read- try anything by Tony Horwitz. They are the best histories I have ever read. Informative, thought provoking, and frequently hilarious.
Not so fun. I wish I was in Philly with you. Then we could hang out this summer--instead of by ourselves (most of the time). Luckily it's only for the summer :)
I almost laughed when I saw you crying yesterday because I felt like I was looking in a mirror, and I wanted to turn around to Ty and say SEE?!? And if it makes you feel any better, I had another bawling meltdown about 3 hours after we ran into you. The Philly loneliness is not something you get used to. At least your prison sentence is only a few more weeks and not another year. But I know those weeks will be hard. I love you!
You sound like a trooper! We actually had a lady ask us to trade cash for food stamps in the grocery store in Provo. It was weird. Good luck with everything, and I'll try to email some ideas of things to do indoors with Guy.
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