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| Fred Hartman Bridge, Houston |
The voices are familiar, I know the sounds and can sometimes predict what they will say next. I haven't seen the familiar faces to go along with the familiar voices in a long time. Phone conversations just aren't the same as seeing people in person. I've been in Houston over a year now. The familiar is gone. all the people and places I knew are still there, still moving forward....time marches on. the familiar sound of Ryan is gone, sometimes I hear him in my mind. I am still surprised by the newness of my surroundings, the unpredictable actions of the new people in my life, and the unfamiliar terrain of my new location. I long for simple knowledge of predictability. The simple truth is I ran away from home. I thought I could start over fresh, clean slate....but the truth really is my memories came with me, and I miss them. I feel an edginess creeping in to my being...an uneasy rest..... It's harder to find happy. I will continue to try and stay in a content frame of mind. Hello next phase...I feel you.....please be kind. Love Stacey
