my mom has to have another surgery and the recovery time is 6-8 weeks and i need to help her, so moving is pushed back to fall/early winter.
i know things happen for a reason, and when family needs me i'm always there, how could i not? i just can't help but feel a bit frustrated, as things were finally moving forward for me and now i have to take care of another patient again. my brothers never have to help. it always falls on me. it's frustrating.
sometimes i fantasize about being swept up and taken far away from all the responsibilities and emotionally tough stuff. also he'd be devilishly handsome and we'd spend our days making love and sandwiches and nights making art and stuff. hahahaha i'm such a goob i know. it's my fantasy i can dream whatever i'd like!