All my bags are packed, I’m ready to go

Note: I’m writing this on Wednesday, for posting on Thursday.

So I’m going about my business, watching Orange is the New Black, and I go into the bathroom, and those lyrics pop into my head. And I stop dead in my tracks, and burst into tears. So I figure that if I’m going to continue to cry, I’d rather do it in the privacy of my bedroom, as opposed to crying in front of my mom.

As the title says, all my bags are packed, I’m ready to go. Actually all I have left is a hamper that’s packed, a dresser and a borrowed television. And a fan, for white noise. All my pictures are off the walls.

My mom asked me at dinner if I was going to be over for supper. I said no. Then she asked if I wanted to come over for lunch. I think I broke her heart when I said no to that as well. I feel terrible. I’ll be over Sunday for my grammas birthday dinner.

I’m excited to be on my own again. I’m terrified of being on my own again. I’m going to be ok. I know it. I know it in my bones. It’s been a helluva long time since I’ve been by myself. I mean I can’t wait! I really can’t, but I don’t know. I’m going to miss my mom and my dad. I going to really miss my gramma.

Jesus Christ, listen to me. I’m talking like I’m moving far away. I’m literally 5 minutes on foot away from Shady Acres. I’ve never lived in the same city as my parents. It’s gonna be ok.

It’s gonna be ok.

It’s gonna be ok.

Tomorrow night, I’m going to be making Rattlesnake Pasta for dinner. I’m very excited about that for sure.

Tomorrow, I sleep in a king sized bed.

And, I have a pair of genie pants with my name on it. I’ll be wearing those tomorrow night.

I got this. The next post will be from my new place – The Flat.

Thanks for listening. This started out sad, but I think that it ended on the happiest note! You guys are the best, for sure!

And a bucket of vindaloo. Bucket!*

I long for a Vindaloo. I’m looking, and I think I found a recipe for a tasty chicken Vindaloo that I might make one day. I wouldn’t even add the spicy spice to it, because I live with people that think ketchup is spicy.

The spice jar that has the red pepper flakes is up on the spice rack. The red peppers flakes are brown. They don’t get used a lot. I think I was the first one to use it in a while, when I snuck some into the chilli that was made a couple weeks back, while Shady Acres slept – and they were none the wiser.

I’m really just afraid when I put it down in front of them, they’ll all just turn up their noses at it. Course, then I’d just eat it all myself.

So we’ll see. I just sent the recipe to my mom. It’s ultimately up to her. I’m not going to force my way into HER kitchen. I just want some FLAVOUR.

* yes that’s actually a song lyric.