I’m going to be cutting it really close this time, but so far I’ve managed to post every day this time around in NaBloPoMo. Yay me!

So I left off in the saga of the various homes I’ve had where I was moving back in with my parents. I would have preferred to bite copper nails in two, but that’s the one place I’ve always been welcome, no matter how at odds we were. Seeing how I didn’t have anywhere else to go, I bit the bullet and went back.

Things were a little better that time. Mom quit waiting up on me or insisting that I wake her up when I came in, something that drove me nuts when I was there before. I didn’t mind it when I was in high school, but I was in my twenties when I moved out the first time. Come on.

They did want to know if I wasn’t coming home at all, but at least they didn’t raise cane and demand to know where I was so they could come get me (like they had frequently done before). So while things were less than ideal, it wasn’t as bad as I imagined it would be.

My job was in the area where I now live, about an hour and a half from the parents. The pay was horrible, but I was gaining some management experience and decided to keep it until I found something else. But I ended up meeting a sweet young man, and started spending much of my time on this side of the state line. I wasn’t even remotely looking for a relationship, but we clicked and became good friends. I started spending a few nights a week with a mutual friend of ours (whom he was also staying with) to save gas and give me somewhere to hang out that I could stay out of trouble.

That eventually led to me moving yet again, and I’ll tell you all about it tomorrow.