Cherish your mother.

I'm back in good old Logan. I'm glad.
I unpacked all of my things. Met up with old friends.
Ran to Home Depot to get cinder blocks to raise our beds.
Unpacked all of my kitchen things.
It didn't hit me until we went grocery shopping.
I felt alone, even when I was surrounded.
I felt helpless, when I wasn't.
I felt vulnerable, with no reason to be.

I miss you mom.
Things are changing.
I'm growing up.