Lost

Today, I have lost my way. My feet want to carry me home to Louisiana, but Louisiana isn’t really home anymore, either. Texas doesn’t feel like home.

I don’t have a home. I have a roof over my head, and I should be thankful for that. And I am. It could definately be a whole lot worse.

But I don’t have a home. Especially when my baby girl isn’t here. She’s only gone for the evening, and yet, I miss her with my entire heart.

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4 Responses to “Lost”

  1.   chip Says:
    March 12th, 2007 at 7:49 pm

    Your little girl loves you more then you will ever know and she always will.

  2.   Edge Says:
    March 13th, 2007 at 4:45 am

    The problem with running away I found was that my problems ran just as fast and followed me. I decided to stay and tough it out. Well worththe effort.

    ~Jef

  3.   jessica Says:
    March 13th, 2007 at 12:37 pm

    home changes at different points in our lives - you learn how to repackage it. The life with you and your little one is home - don’t focus on the location.

  4.   Yoma Says:
    March 14th, 2007 at 12:10 pm

    You’ve been through a lot in your 30 “something”
    life, you’ve seen a lot with our “redneck” family too and I think your smart enough to realize that “home” is what you make it, it’s neither a big ass house with all the techno crap, the yard or a three car garage. You have a beautiful daughter, a retawded dog and two fhskdkgvying
    cats, all who love YOU unconditionally, I don’t doubt that Chip still has good feelings for you too. All I’m saying is that wherever you end up living my dear it’s the LOVE that makes it a home.
    I’m sorry it can’t be with Chip but there’s still a lot of love around you, I know it doesn’t help with all the hurt your feeling but try to remember the look on Alex’s face when she see’s you walking in to pick her up, that’s a special love that’s ready to go home with you no matter where home is. I love you-yoma