I don't want to seem ungrateful. AT ALL
I'm just not a fan of this place... but before you can understand that, I'll start from the beginning.New York didn't work out quite as planned. A mixture of unfortunate incidents made in nearly impossible to stay. Yes, we probably could have fought a little harder, but who were we kidding? We realized that it didn't matter what others thought, we had nothing to prove. We did our best. Our job situation was horrible, our apartment was tiny (which had nothing else been wrong, this would have been ok. Seriously. ) Rosie passing away, and the way it happened... Anyway, I needed to leave. Cassie went home for Christmas and never came back ... me and Jaman spent a few quite days, and then we got the hell out of dodge...
Onto Savy Sav. C-Port... back to Savannah.
This was a tough one. Destin or Savannah... (based on our current location, the choice seemed obvious) We decided we would try out Savannah. Well, I did, Jaman just came (he's not a big fan of Savannah)
...We should have known not to listen to me. All Savannah did was depress me even more.
So we left, we talked with my parents, and we collectively decided to move back home.
Destin.
We move to Destin, with thoughts of banking this summer, spending time with our Florida friends, seeing my parents and then move to San Diego.
Simple right? Easy summer, beaches, boats and all that jazz.
Fuck that. You didn't think it was going to be easy did you?
We are here for two days. My niece gets diagnosed with stage 4 neuroblastoma (a rare infant cancer) and the largest oil spill happens on the gulf coast.
For real?
This oil spill has sent everyone in a panic. Tourist have canceled reservations, restaurants aren't hiring...things really could not get any worse.
At the same time. DJ has a runny house, she seems tired...she's got a cold.
Wrong. She goes from a cold to pneumonia to full blown cancer within a week.
Our worlds have been turned upside down.
BUT
I'm back.
better than ever.
