So I won’t be going to as many places as I thought I would. There were some unforseen expenses that ate a bit into my money but that’s OK. For four days I’ll be in Salem, MA and I’ll visit Boston as well. Then because of expenses for hotels and such I’ll be checking out Nov.1st.
Since I have almost a week before returning to work, my friend offered me the ability to have a ‘staycation’ at her house so I don’t have to go back home right away and be with my family (Did that sound bad? haha.). The plan right now is after Nov.1st I think I’ll take another day or two on the road sleeping in my car and just driving and visiting places. Perhaps Connecticut since it’s so close to Massacheusettes.
My car has all new tires and the transmission fluid and oils have all been replaced. New brake line after my old one blew out on the mechanic when he was taking it for a test drive to find out what exactly the noise the brakes were making was. Hotels are already booked and by the time it is ready for me to leave, I should have 1,000 dollars saved up which will be more than enough for 5 days.
I’m so excited and time trickles on just as slow as ever to make me wait even longer.
and I’m no closer then I was before. If anything I think I might believe less as time goes on.
It’s weird though. Part of me thinks there is still something out there but I can’t find it and I don’t know what to do. I think I’ll e-mail my cousin and my friend. My cousin is really close with me and is an atheist so it’ll be interesting to listen to how he came to that conclusion. My friend was pagan but became atheist and…for lack of better words, came out on the other side again as pagan. How the fuck did she do that? I just don’t see the point in it all anymore.
I almost never pray, some days I think I get an inkling of something and then most days I feel nothing at all. I want to take part in rituals and holidays but I don’t see the point and get so apathetic about it. Doesn’t help that the house I live in is almost oppressively Christian and the people I live with are assholes. I can’t wait to get out of this house.
Sometimes I feel like crying.
but there is a little yellow man by a house near a beach I sometimes visit at night. But he’s so big though, it’s one of those men that say slow. :p Poo!
Who the hell has a gnome anymore?
It’d be even funnier if I could find one, or something smallish and suitable in a different state and then mailed it back to them. XD