Showing posts with label Vacation. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Vacation. Show all posts

Tuesday, October 15, 2013

AND ANOTHER THING!

I just finished venting to my grandmother about this and I feel that I need to share it. (& a couple of yall need to read it!)

What does it mean when NOBODY in your life ever comes to visit you? In my mind, it means they don't give a shit. Flat out.

Need an example? I live in Detroit. I've lived in Detroit for the majority of my life. I did not choose to be born here. I did not choose for my family to be from here. It just happened. Anyway doe... none of my "friends" (NOT A SINGLE ONE) has ever hopped their ass on a plane to come see me. Not even mentioned it. I, however, have always gone to see them. I've gone to Arizona, California, Florida, Texas, Nevada, New York, Virginia, Georgia, & probably a number of other states (with my own hard earned money may I add), just to VISIT my friends. Why? Because I value the shit out the people in my life & hell, who wouldn't want to get away for a bit. Still... STILL... not one of these motherfuckers has ever come to visit me. My ex, Voldemort, didn't even want to come WITH me to Detroit to meet my family. I pretty much had to MAKE that happen. 

Why?

I'd really like an answer. 

Cause when I think about it... it really just makes me feel like these people don't give a shit about me. Don't value my friendship. I just don't matter.

& that hurts.

Wednesday, August 28, 2013

There's No Place Like Any Place That Isn't Home

Today marks exactly three weeks until I get the hell up outta here and take a 5-day mini vacation. I'm going to Lake Tahoe for my little sister's wedding and I am so incredibly excited that it's giving me anxiety out of the ass.

How does this happen?

I've never been an anxious person (hell, even a shy person) until recently. Is it because I'm knocking on 25? I actually think I might be. There's so much that you assume you'll have figured out by the time you reach 25. Then you get six months away and realize that none of that has happened. You've figured out nothing except what wine goes with what flavor pizza best.

No matter the reason, I'm anxiously excited any time I can get out of Lincoln Park and go to a place where nobody knows my name. Tahoe is good for that. Shit, Kalamazoo is good for that. I am stuck here for another year due to some leasing issues (aka I was too lazy to look for a new apartment so I renewed) so I might as well treat myself to a vacation every couple of months to maintain some sanity. Right? Right.

Bear with me people. I'm working on my positivity.