So, my horrible, faulty picker struck again.
No move to CT. In fact, the visit ended prematurely and I found myself back in Cincy a day early.
But it's not all for naught.
Thank GOD for training - it's keeping me sane. And friends - they're keeping me company, keeping my head up, calling, texting, emailing, answering the phone when I was in hysterics. And FB - it's making me laugh. And dad - he got me on a flight home pronto. And mom - she listened to me babble. And my brothers - they're checking in on me. And the woman on the plane - she handed me tissues and encouragement. And him - he gave me a reason to finally quit a job I hate. And to the other woman involved - she totally opened my eyes.
I always say that everything happens for a reason. And I still believe it. My stuff is going into storage this week. And I'm headed to the beach to visit my brother before going north for Musselman. And then, who knows?
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