Home

I'm longing for a place to call home. I can't go back to the place I called home anymore, and I'm feeling more lost everyday. I know I can't do the things that I need to do from Houston, and I just feel like I have a lot of unresolved issues in Cana. I don't want to leave my sister, but I know my children need me more (even though they deny it!). I think I've gotten my baby fix with Max (my 2 year old nephew). I was in need of that connection, since the teens will not allow any form of affection! And sometimes I wonder what I'm doing in Houston. My mind is so scattered right now, and it reflects on my writing as well. The days seem to go by so fast, and still I don't know what I'm doing or where I'm going.
I'm going back to Cana this week. I found a temp job for approximately 6 days. I can start looking for another job while I'm there. I start this Friday. I think I will stay with my dad...
I can consider this visit to Houston as a vacation or a little R&R.
Augh! I'm so frustrated!!