Heading Back to Reality

It’s our last morning here.  All of our stuff is packed up and ready to go for the most part.  We still need to shower and get ready, but we aren’t leaving here until noon, so I still have a little bit of time.  This is the part of the visits home that I always hate.  While I love living in California, sometimes I wonder if it’s time to move back to Nebraska to be closer to my family.  Once I get back to California, just like always, I’ll realize that I love living there and not want to move home, but at the same time I miss my family like crazy.  I just don’t realize it when I’m not here.

The wedding on Saturday was beautiful.  I have piles of pictures to post.  The majority of them are from the reception/ dance though and may not be of the best quality.  There are a few that I absolutely love though.  I’ll post soon.  I promise.

I drank what seemed like a truck load of beer at the reception.  They had 3 free kegs which actually ended up lasting all night long.  I’m not even exactly sure as to how much beer I actually consumed, but I would have to say that I drank at least the equivalent of between an 18 and 24 pack of beer.  I haven’t drank like that in I don’t even remember how long.  And luckily I didn’t end up with a hang over the next morning.

Brittany ended up not going to the wedding but showed up for the reception.  She was there for probably about an hour before she even stopped by to say hi.  The only reason I think she did even then was because Jacob walked right past her, and she probably felt obligated at that point to say something.  She tried to pretend that she hadn’t seen me when she walked in, but I could have sworn that she looked right at me.  Oh well…  I guess I’ll chalk that up as another friendship that’s pretty much gone down the drain.

It’s things like that that make me realize part of the reason why we DON’T live here anymore.  While I’ve done it to myself in a way by not staying and living in Nebraska for my entire life, it just really comes down to the fact that I don’t have much of a place here anymore.  I have separated myself from the people that I grew up with, and therefore I’m no longer a part of their lives with the exception of a quick visit every few months and/or years.  I would think that my so called friends would like to make more of an effort to see me when I am home to visit, however that doesn’t seem to be the case.  I guess that just goes to show who my real friends are.  Pretty much the only one that cared that Jacob and I were here this past week was Ami, and granted it was for her wedding, but deep down I know that she is the only one of my friends that has made any real effort to maintain a strong friendship even though I live half way across the country.

Regardless of the friend situation though, we do have a lot of family here that I will miss terribly, and they truely are the reason why I always consider coming back home.  We could easily get an apartment out here… pay a few month’s rent in advance and come back to be closer to everyone.  BUT one of the biggest things holding us back from doing that would be the job market.  There really just is not a job market out here unless we live in Lincoln or Omaha.  I used to say that if we ever moved back to Nebraska, that we would live in either of those cities, but in all honesty, I really would rather be even closer to home than that IF we should ever decide to come back here.

Jacob has also mentioned just moving some place completely random where neither of us have ever lived and where we don’t know anybody.  I guess it would be interesting, but at the same time I’m not too sure if I’m real keen on doing that.  Of course I don’t want to live where we are now for the rest of our lives, but to not have anybody that you know at all around…  seems a bit drastic.  We’ll end up where we are supposed to in the end.  Hopefully someplace that we will both be happy with.

Anywho… I called Shannon to find out how things went with the dog this weekend.  Seems that the dog went on a power cord chewing mission, and has chewed through the cord on the television twice now (I’m still wondering how in the hell she got the powercord from BEHIND the damn t.v.  She supposedly chewed through the cord on the guitar controller for Guitar Hero too.  Just fucking lovely huh?  What I want to know is how the hell all this happened in less than a week, when she wasn’t doing anything like that while we were home with her.  All I have to say is NEVER AGAIN.  Yeah…. I’m pissed at the dog, and she’ll be lucky if I keep her around for much longer.  But I’m even more pissed of at Shannon because of the simple fact that she was staying there so things like this didn’t happen.  I’m pretty fucking pissed at her right now to say the least.  According to her, regardless of all the destruction that the dog accomplished since we’ve been gone "Everything’s fine!"  Ummmm…. NO… NO IT’S NOT!!!  It’s NOT fine for my dog to chew through power cords on electronics.  It’s NOT fine that the dog was pissing all over the place except where she was supposed to be pissing.  It NOT fine that I told you to put her in the crate anytime that you left the apartment, and you complete ignored my request.  I’m sorry SHANNON but it just NOT FINE!  Let’s just say… She’ll be lucky if I don’t punch her face in when I see her.  What the fuck was I thinking letting her take care of the dog???  Obviously I wasn’t thinking clearly.  *SIGH*

I suppose I better get to gettin’.  Vicki just called a few minutes ago to say that she will be here at 11:30 instead of 12:00.  I need to take a shower, and double check to make sure everything has been packed.  Goodbye, Nebraska, once again.  Maybe I’ll be back in June.  I haven’t decided yet.