A New Start

Since I am starting new i thought i would start writing about my new life because at the moment i am so far from friends and family and i would like them to know whats going on. So here it starts.....

August 13th 2010


I wake up in Binghamton, NY from an hour nap and an awful stomach. I walk to the bus station looking at things that I know I will most likely never see again. I see Fitzies (The king of all dive bars), I see the bridge I walk over to get to downtown, I see River Read Books (where I have stopped a few times to look but never bought anything until the day before), I see On The Roxx (The first bar I went to in Binghamton), and then suddenly I am at the bus station. This is it. This is the moment. It gets hard to breathe while im waiting for the bus. I think to myself "what if I just go back and kiss her" "what if I go back and just hold her" "what if i just go back and everything could be the way they were". I was only there for 7 weeks and that is not much time to prove yourself to anyone. I will never get to prove to her that I was the one that really loved her. I will never get to prove to her that I was the one that she wanted to be with. I will never get to prove to her that I could take care of her. By the end of the 7 weeks I think I turned out to be a person she just didnt want much to do with. It hurts me to have to say it because in my heart I love her more than anything. She will be missed. I got on the bus with a heavy heart and eyes full of tears. This is it. It took everything in me not to jump off the bus and run back home to her. The bus starts to leave and  I start to shake and cry. I bet eveyone around me thought i was some kind of case. I was some kind of case. As we pull out I just close my eyes to block out the passing city. I closed my eyes for a very long time.

I am on way to Washington, DC. This is where I was told to go by Kim. Her and her mom were visiting DC for the day and she figures why take a bus trip 21 hours to Virginia when I could meet them there and take a car trip for 4 hours. So my first stop was NYC and I get there and rush to my gate to find a HUGE line of people (I have seen many lines at greyhound stations but this one took them all) I was thinking "all of these people surely cannot be getting on the 12:01 to DC" and as it turns out many of them were not. Many of the people had tickets for 1:00 and 4:00. The dipshits at the door dont check the tickets for time though so people figure why wait around? I guess there was mine that arrived in DC at 4:20. a 1:00 which got there at 6:00 (Made a million and one stops before DC), and a 4:00 which got there around 8:00. I HAD to get there at 4:20 to meet Kim and her mom. So the line starts moving and finally im up to the door with 3 people ahead of me. A man walks up to us and goes "I can take 4 more" I count 1-2-3-ME! Lucky break eh?

Bus trip went fine. Thinking.

I get to DC and it took awhile to find Kim and her mom. Lost in communication I suppose. I finally meet up with them. We get in their car to leave. Headed to Virginia. The place that is to be my home for awhile. After 4 hours of slipping in and out of consciousness. We make it to Pulaski, VA. A wonderful mix of Mayville and Lakewood. A commercial small town. Matt was asleep when we got home but he said he would take me around the next day to just show me things around town. I wonder what I will find?

This is a new chapter in my life.

How can you get very far,
If you dont know Who You Are?
How can you do what you ought,
If you don't know What You've Got?
And if you dont know Which To Do
Of all the things in front of you,
Then what you'll have when you are through
Is just a mess without a clue
Of all the best that can come true
If you know What and Which and Who.