||[May. 31st, 2007|12:44 am]
I may finally be moving! I find out June 5 if the sellers are able to get financed. WOOHOO.|
The crappy part is I just found a job under the table paying me pretty good. Oh well, I guess I have to do what I gotta do.
I want out of Florida! I'm going to Texas with my family. Is it the right move? i don't know. I might be just as miserable out there as I am here.
But at least I'll have more money and be able to get some certifications and get a real job again.
Although I will miss my friends and I know eventually I'll make new ones out there and I will have my family around me.
My mom doesn't have much time left we suspect - although she doesn't know who I am anyways. And I hope my dogs will get along with the dogs my sister already has. I know they will with the one dog but I"m not sure about the male dog she's got there. I might still have to find my own place quickly when I get there.
I've thought about just staying put but, I know if I do then I'll always wonder what would have happened if I went out there.
A psychic (supposedly) once told me I'll meet the girl of my dreams in Florida. And I told her she was crazy cause I'm selling my house. Then she insisted I'll be back.
I don't think so. I haven't met her yet and I've lived in Florida for 10 years. So maybe some tx woman will like a fat lazy ugly hairy man in her life.
Oh well, off to bed. Shortbus is starting to growl at me.