A pensive day.

Not much going on here. I was supposed to move yesterday but, of course, it was raining. It’s kind of hard to move a nice couch when you don’t want to get it wet! HA! It’s nice hanging out with my niece and nephew (he’s only two months old…so it’s not really hanging out). I really wish I was back home. I don’t know why. I don’t think it’s homesickness or missing my friends (even though I really miss everyone), but I think the unknown is just overwhelming. I think the unknowns scare us more than anything. We’re not afraid when everything is laid out before us, although it seldom is. Sitting here in the company of my brother, sister-in-law, and mother make me realize that family can really make everything seem okay. I am so glad I’m going to be living with my brother, even though I don’t really know him.  It’s just the idea of having someone to turn to when I’m having a problem and knowing that he will love me no matter what happens.

I have my “meet and greet” tomorrow. I don’t know if I’m excited or scared out of my mind. I guess it’s the idea that everything is changing that scares me. I wish I could go back to Tucson and work my dead end job at Blockbuster, but I know once I come home I will realize that I have made a horrible mistake. I’m freaked out about finding a job. All the Blockbusters down here are closing. Well, not all but a lot. I’m going to apply at some banks and some small, hole-in-the-wall restaurants. It would also to work at a hoity-toity hotel in DT-Atlanta. Who knows. Yeah. I’m kind of just rambling now.

Wow. Reading back over this post, it seems very haphazard. I’m sorry :)

Don’t forget that cooking is a good way to break the ice! Everyone loves someone that can cook their ass off! Today’s recipe is a good one. I’ve actually mastered this one!

Sautéed Chicken Breasts in a Tarragon Cream Sauce

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Nick B.

Texas. Why?

I have just a little time to write another post. In between packing, saying goodbye to people, and running around like a chicken with its head cut-off, it's a wonder I even have time to sleep, but nonetheless here I am!

I haven't even started to pack up my room. Why? I don't know. It's like when I was younger and my parents asked me to clean my room: I would always put it off until the last minute. That goes back to the roots of my soul and the evil demon of procrastination. It's bad…it really is.

So, I'm leaving tomorrow morning…say around 3:30am. We are hoping to make it to Abilene, TX or Cisco, TX. That's about a 13h drive from Tucson, so I'm going to be super exhausted. Here's a little side question…why is it that driving wears you out so much? It's not like you're doing any major work or straining your body, but still you feel like you're going to pass out at the end of the night. Why? Hmm… Anyway, 13hrs is not too bad when you think that would mean stopping at 4 or 5 at night, especially when Texas doesn't get dark until like 10pm. Eh. Texas shouldn't exist. They should cut it out and squish the other states together.

I have more interesting information tomorrow, if I don't pass out while driving. Y'all (I'm going to have to start talking like that) have a good night and try to cook something delicious. Remember the smoke detector is not a timer!

 

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Nick B.