Random semi-comfort..

Saw this tonight on Post Secret, and wanted to repost it here, since it calmed my panic somewhat.

"You know that point in your life when you realize that the house that you grew up in isn't really your home anymore? Even though you have some place where you can put your stuff that idea of home is gone.

You won't have this feeling again until you create a new idea of home for yourself, you know, for your kids, for the family you start, it's like a cycle or something. Maybe that's all family really is. A group of people who miss the same imaginary place."

I pray that the home I know and love won't become an imaginary remembered place that I talk about with my sister and the friends who remember the parties held there. I hope a member of my family is always there, and that the house will remain with our descendants... but nothing is ever this permanent in this day and age, and I suppose I can count us as lucky if we aren't surrounded completely by asphalt in another 20 years.

I do count my sister as amazingly fortunate for missing what could have been a major accident, and turned out to just be a giant pain in the ass. Apparently, a box flew out of a truck in front of her on the highway and smashed into the front of her brand new car. She's still trying to track them down to pay damages. I'm just glad she didn't have a worse accident, or a box through the windshield.

This article is awesome. I repost here for your reading pleasure. This is Anarcho-Herbalism

Leftover night came to my rescue tonight, since I did not feel like cooking. Off to bed in a little while.. I'm still too restless to sleep.

Later.

-Me.