Thursday.

24 days?

It's gloomy again and this time It's affecting my mood. I think all the working I've been doing has me a bit run down. At first I really enjoyed having my time filled, making money, and spending time with the awesome Deli folk. I think I'm just a little exhausted, though. The more often I work, the more clumsy I become.
Box lost her baby two days ago. Apparently there was a kink in the cord. She was due any day. It's really taken its toll on the lot of us. Despite our distance from her, we can feel her pain and it weighs on us. It's so strange how things happen, and why. No one ever saw this coming. I would really love to go to the baby's funeral tomorrow, so I am praying someone will call me back and take my morning shift. Otherwise I'll have to mourn from home.

I'm driving back to Lafayette either Friday night or Saturday morning to have dinner with mom and Kara. I've been home a lot lately.

I really miss my friends. I haven't spent much time with Ali and Jers in the last few days. Its unusual. But it's apparent to me that more effort is required on my part.

Waiting is hard. I don't want to wait anymore. I want things to get done. I want to leave tomorrow. I want to have enough money. I want to change my flight back. I want to have the housing situation under control and set in stone. But, I feel more ready every day for the leaving in itself. I've been spending a lot of time with people I don't hang out with all that often. Including myself. And I'm learning little by little not to take life so seriously. I'm learning that clinging to something is not a way of having it. I'm learning the value in the quiet, slow moments. And I'm finding it easier to let go and have faith in the wide world. There's got to be a safety net.

24 days. Yes. No question mark.