Friday night, after the monument tour, we went back to the apartment and hung out for a bit before crashing out, since we had an early start planned for the next day.

Alarms were set fairly early so that we could plan to be on the road by 9 toward VA Beach. It was a roughly 3 hour drive normally, but the later we left, the higher the odds of traffic. We ended up not leaving the apartment until a little before 9, and didn't get to leave toward VA Beach until closer to 10. We each had to stop at our respective residences to grab a weekend bag, and to drop off his vehicle.

Surprisingly, we only hit traffic once during the entire drive. The weather was complete shit on most of the drive down, however. He dozed off for a while; the route was pretty direct, and there was decent signage so that along with the GPS, I didn't need to wake him. About 2 hours in to the drive, I started to feel rather fatigued; I yawned a lot, but I was able to stay awake. I think once the rain cleared up, and I wasn't having to squint just to see the vehicle in front of me through the sheets of rain coming down, I was much more alert.

Once we got to the condo, we had to wait a little while for my cousin and his wife {who'd driven down Friday night} to get back from shopping. We got upstairs and just kind of chilled out before having to head to my aunt's place in Chesapeake for another family get together. Two of the three cousins who lived in that area came for dinner; they brought all the kids and it was a really nice evening. . . except the weather had turned to shit again.

That area was getting hit by the outer bands of Hurricane Matthew and they got between 9-10 inches of rain just that night. Roads were flooded pretty bad, so we ended up cutting the hangout after dinner short so that everyone could get back home before the roads completely closed. The food was delicious! Italian food is always a good option. I kind of wish there'd been enough for left overs.

Once back in VA Beach, we stopped at 7 Eleven to get some snacks for the condo, and the wind... oh man, the wind was crazy! The rain was legit going sideways. It was a challenge to walk in a straight line. My cousin and I ran in to the store, and even with parking right out in front of the doors, we were soaked by the time we got inside. When we got back out to the car, his wife brought up how the car just kept rocking with the gusts of wind.

We still had power by the time we got back to the condo, but the power went out at some point during the night because there was none in the morning. It wasn't pouring, but the wind was still intense, and the roads were even more flooded. We were supposed to leave back to DC on Sunday, but due to road closures from flooding, it was just safer to stay another night. So he was lucky enough to be able to move his plans that he'd had for Monday to a different day, and the group of us carefully made our way in to town to get some food.

We made our way to a Chili's ... that lost power about 20 minutes after we got there. Since they'd been able to make our appetizers, we decided to munch on those while waiting, and hoping, for the power to come back on. It didn't. We left to head farther in to town and ended up at the mall. Only about half the stores were open, but the food curt was open so they all got lunch and I just kind of picked a little, as I'd lost my appetite at that point.

Since most of the stores were closed, we pretty much made our way back to the condo after that. The power was back on, and although the wind was still strong, it was much nicer than the night before. We all decided to take naps at that point, except my cousin's wife, who went shopping. That evening we ordered some pizza for dinner, mostly due to the lack of wanting to get dressed to go anywhere else.

After dinner, the friend and I went for a walk on the beach. The wind was still strong enough that it picked up loose sand that had dried, and pelted us as we walked along the beach, so we made our way back up to the boardwalk {which was paved} and kept walking there. Despite having pretty much spent the last few days mostly together, it was nice getting out just the two of us. It felt comfortable. We walked and talked and just enjoyed each other's company. After walking maybe a quarter mile, we made our way up to the street to walk back toward the condo, so that we didn't risk getting pelted by sand in the face.

Once back at the condo, we all played a game called Speak Out. Oh man... hilarious!! It was sooo funny. I mean, seeing the videos online are pretty damn entertaining, but holy crap is it so much more fun actually playing it! There was even discussion of me getting the game, and playing with them via Skype. I'll have to make sure that I snag a couple mouth spreaders the next time I visit so that all I'll have to do is get the game {my cousin bought separate mouth spreaders and they had smaller sizes; since my mouth is smaller, the ones that come with the game are way too big and hurt.}

Monday was the day to head back to DC. We left earlier, since he had things he needed to get done at home, which was fine with me. I pretty much just kept hanging out with him at his place until around 11, when the family unit of my cousins made it back home. I met his mom and sister, and the crew of felines that his mom rescued. I even made a couple new friends. He cooked dinner for all of us; it was delicious. He made the dish from scratch... so. good. After dinner, he and his mom brought out their bagpipe practice chanters and played some, before she left to go do something and he played something on the piano for me. It made my heart happy.

Once back at my aunt's place, the two boys gamed for a bit, before we all called it a night. Tuesday morning was kind of somber, since that was the day I left to come back here. The two boys and I went out for lunch at this amazing sushi place. I'm so glad that my cousin had mentioned it; the food was so good. I ate so much good food while I was out there. I'm amazed at the fact that I'd only gained 3 lbs.

When we finished lunch, we made our way back to the house and just kind of hung out until it was time for me to leave. I think I cried like, 4 separate times in the span of two hours. It was rough having to leave. The closer it got to the point of actually going back to the airport, the more and more I wanted to just stay.

As I've said countless times, the two weeks I was there {with the exception of the very first couple hours} was absolutely amazing. I felt comfortable, welcome, at home there; something that's actually crossed my mind several times, for multiple reasons. Under specific circumstances, I would be very happy with a life there.

There were a few things that I'd wanted to do, or had thought about doing, while out there that I didn't get the chance to do, but one of those reasons is why I'm actually going back in December.

However, I'll talk more about that in the next entry because this one is already long enough. I'm sure there are details of the trip that I missed typing up, but just know, that was probably the best vacation of my entire adult life.

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New York City. The Big Apple. Holy fuck there's so many people there. I mean, there's a lot of people in Seattle, but damn NYC.

I drove up to NY the day before my birthday. I'd made arrangements with my uncle, my dad's brother, to have dinner with him and the family. Two of the three cousins I knew as a child were there, along with the two new additions to his family from his more recent marriage, as well as my grandmother, and her sister and brother-in-law. So it was a fairly full house.

I was afraid it was going to be just as awkward in person as it had been over the phone, and ... though I wasn't exactly right, I wasn't really wrong either. It wasn't the same as it is with the other family members I've not seen in ages. Somehow, despite how close I was to my father, I never got terribly close to his family. On the opposite end of the spectrum, I never grew terribly close to my mom after dad died, but I get along so much better with mom's family than dad's. It's easy with them. I feel like family. My uncle was accommodating, and his wife is very nice. It was nice seeing them again, hearing about their lives. But I felt like a guest, not the long lost cousin returning for a visit. After dinner, I was anxious to get to the hotel so that I could have time to decompress.

That evening, I actually questioned why I'd driven up there. I knew I had to, and I do feel better, now, about having gone up to see them. I have a feeling, however, that the next time I find myself in that area, I may not mention it. They'll get fussy with me for not making plans ahead of time, but I also think they would understand. And if they don't? I dunno, guess it's good I'm not really all that close. It wouldn't affect me much either way. I think the biggest part of wanting to make sure I saw them all was mostly to do with my grandmother. She's 92 and, although it seems like she is going to live forever, I get that her expiration date is a lot closer than it was 10 years ago. If she passed between now and the time I get to NY again, I would be happy with this recent visit having been the final one.

Back at the hotel, I kind of unpacked the few things I'd brought, had myself a shower, and made myself as comfortable as I could in the strange place. I went to bed hoping that the next day would be better, since I'd be out on my own.

The morning of the 5th, I woke up around 5, but I'm going to chalk that up to being in a strange place. I looked through the few texts I already had, and swiped through IG and FB, but ultimately I wasn't ready to start my day yet. I dozed off and woke up again around 8. This time I decided to just get up and figure out what my plan was for the day. I had ideas, but nothing specific. I needed to figure out how I was going to get in to the city, which parking areas by the train stations were free, and if I decided to go with a paid one, how much extra it would cost me. {At this point in my trip, I was fairly broke, and two days away from getting paid, so I had to be careful with my finances}

I finally figured out a station that had parking and left with a little bit of extra time to compensate for getting lost, which I did. I got to the station in just enough time to catch the train ... except that someone was blocking the one spot I needed to get my car in to, and so I ultimately missed the train. Rather than get lost, again, looking for another station with free parking, I decided to just stay there and wait the 2 hours for the next train. I thought it was an hour, until the train pulled in and the conductor said it was going to be another hour before they were to head out again. Whatever.

Due to this, I ended up draining a lot more of my phone battery than I planned, but that's okay. Despite not taking nearly as many pictures as I wanted to, I still got plenty, and it was one of those few times that I was forced to enjoy my surroundings without the distraction of the phone.

Once in the city, I got to experience a handful of the touristy things. I started out at Penn Station, made my way up to the surface and decided to do the Empire State Building first, since that was a closer walk than to the theatre. I paid the extra to go up to the top floor, floor 102. It was ... anticlimactic. And a rather cramped space for so many people. I mean, when you're that high up already, going from the 86th floor to the 102nd floor only made a minimally noticeable difference. However, simply being up to the very top of the Empire State Building was still awesome. I've had a 3D jigsaw puzzle of it for years now, so I can actually point out where I was in the real thing.

After that, I needed to make my way to the Lion King theatre so that I could purchase tickets for that evening. When I got there, they still had tickets for that night {I'm not surprised; it was a 7:00pm Wednesday show} and they were advertised as starting at $129. I was willing to pay up to $200 for a seat. I lucked in to getting a fairly decent seat for only $99! I had a tall person in front of me, so I had to move around a bit, and sit up straight for most of it, but the show was AMAZING. Stunning. It gave me goosebumps. The actors are all fantastic in their rolls! But I am getting ahead of myself.

After stopping at the theatre, I still had an hour to kill before the doors opened, so I walked to Central Park. I'd been able to see it from the top floor of the Empire State Building and I'm glad I made the walk to the park. It was kind of cool how, once you were in the park, the city noise was almost completely shut out. You could hear the sounds in the distance, but it felt a lot farther away than just a block away. I didn't get to walk the entire park {another thing added to the list of things I will have to do next time} because I had to head back to the theatre, but I did walk around a little bit, for maybe 10-15 minutes.

On my way back to the theatre, I'd realized that I hadn't had a single thing to eat the entire day, so I found a little bakery right up the street, and bought myself a brownie. I didn't have cake for my birthday, which is oddly something I make as a requirement for myself, but I still had something snacky. It was a birthday brownie.

Once back at the theatre, as I said, I got a fairly decent seat. It was the last row in the left orchestra section, under the mezzanine, right up against the sound booth. I had almost a clear view of the stage, and would have had a great view if it hadn't been for the tall person sitting in front of me, who couldn't seem to understand the concept of sitting still. So I had to keep moving so that I could see beyond him. It's definitely a show that I will be seeing again. Perhaps I'll have the chance at better seats whenever it happens to come on tour. Or whenever I go back to NY. Perhaps I'll even do both.

After the show, my phone was dead, so I had to figure out how to navigate my way back to Penn Station without the assistance of Google Maps. Here I am, alone in NYC, at 10pm, navigating the streets without a phone. Yay for adrenaline! I actually managed to get to Penn Station fairly easily. I'd remembered at least one of the streets so I just followed the signs back to where that street was. I went in to the wrong entrance first, and was rudely redirected to the proper side. Apparently the Long Island Railroad only has one entrance. Whatever. I got back to my car, which was all that mattered.

That evening back at the hotel was very different than the night before. I was much happier with my decision to drive to NY. However, I was ready to get back to VA. I finally crashed around 2:30 or 3am. My birthday came and went without really talking to anyone. It was nice not having to explain to anyone why I was in NY. I'm sure most people there don't care though; they deal with tourists on a consistent basis and couldn't give two fucks why anyone not from there is there.

After charging my phone, and posting about my adventures, I received a message from a cousin who happens to live on Long Island, and we made plans to meet up for lunch the next day, before I drove back. So the next morning, I got up, packed up the few things I had brought with me, along with the few extra things I'd obtained {my grandmother gave me some old photos} and proceeded to check out, then make my way back in to Huntington to meet at TGI Friday's for lunch. This was the first time, essentially, that I was meeting my cousin, along with his wife. Lunch ran later than I anticipated, but that's okay. My only goal was to be back at my aunt's before midnight.

They took me to Michael's afterwards so that I could pick out flowers for my dad's grave site {he was allergic to real ones, and fake ones are much cheaper anyway} and I got these nifty looking black and red ones, with some shimmery crap sprinkled on them. I could have gone without the sparkles, but they looked cool so I went with those. Once we parted ways, I drove out to the cemetery.

It was the first time since we'd buried him that I was back. I ended up spending much more time there than I anticipated as well. Once I was there, I just couldn't bring myself to leave. So I just sat there. I didn't talk, I took a few pictures, and I played on my phone. Mostly I needed to figure out how to get back to the highway from where I was. And I discovered there was a way to get off the Island without having to pay any tolls. By the time I left the cemetery, however, it was rush hour so I spent a solid hour just sitting in traffic, getting lost, and sitting in more traffic. Let's just say I got the full NY experience.

I forgot to mention the tolls ... holy crap. It was $40 in tolls just driving from DC to Long Island! It was about half that going in the opposite direction. I think they care less about you leaving than they do about you coming in. I also took the Brooklyn Bridge to avoid the toll leaving the Island. Which also put me to take the Holland Tunnel. Apparently because of the amount of traffic, it creates a lot of stress on people. Perhaps it's because I wasn't on a time constraint, and I was on vacation, but I didn't stress once about the traffic. Or even getting lost. I just went with it and made sure to take my time heading back to the correct route. Which is funny to me because I'm usually super high strung and have a serious case of road rage, normally.

The drive back was a good way to help me clear my head, but the gravity of visiting the cemetery, and maybe of turning 30, hit me pretty hard that night. I made it back to my Aunt's place around 11, I think, and I was good for a couple hours, but then I just couldn't hold back the emotion anymore. Luckily, thankfully, I had two people who were there to just be there for me. I'm ridiculously grateful for both of them {my cousin and his best friend} because normally I just deal with it on my own. It was a nice change to have people there who weren't going to judge me, or feel weird or uncomfortable around the sudden wave of emotion.

It was a full three days, and I definitely had a new life experience that I'm glad I got the chance to have.

Okay, this is a lot longer than I figured it would be. Surprisingly, I wrote all of that in about 40 minutes. But alas, it's time to end this one. It's very possible that the VA Beach entry will be the same length.

Until then...

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*disclaimer: longer entry ahead; you've been warned*

As I mentioned previously, my vacation became rather busy starting on that Monday, the 3rd. Sunday the 2nd, was Rosh Hashanah so it was a wonderful family dinner. The food was delicious; my other cousins came over to join. I got to meet the newest member of the family {the wedding from last year, they're parents now} and she was mostly well behaved throughout dinner. I seem to first meet them when they're 3 week old blobs ...

Anywho, Monday was the tour of the National Mall. I got up a little earlier for that, since we wanted to get there shortly after they opened at 10. We spent almost the entire time the museums were open {until 5:30} just walking around. We went to 4 different ones, plus the sculpture garden. It started at the Castle, which is more like a welcome center. Then we moved to the American History Museum, followed by the Natural History Museum, and ending with the Air and Space Museum. It's a hard choice between the Natural History and Air and Space museums. Both are rather fascinating to me, and I took several pictures while inside both.

After walking around the National Mall, I walked to meet up with my cousin's best friend, and we went to a movie. Food didn't happen, but that's mostly because we spent a lot of time in traffic trying to get out of DC, and didn't want to be out too terribly late, since I had to be up early the next morning to drive to NY. We saw Miss Peregrine's Home for Peculiar Children. It was a very Tim Burton movie, which made it all the more awesome. It's one of those movies that you have to go in with a certain expectation, and it met that expectation.

We did stop afterwards to get something to eat, since neither of us had really had anything to eat since much earlier in the day. Where did we stop? Why, Dunkin Donuts, of course. We don't have that out here, so I needed to obtain munchkins. I got 2 dozen, and ate probably half of them just that night. So. Good.

The next day was the trip up to NY, which I will chronicle in its own blog entry, most likely being the next one I type up.

Thursday when I came back from NY, I stayed up later than I'd anticipated, considering I had early plans for Friday. With as wonky as my sleep schedule was the entire trip, only a few nights did I actually sleep poorly. Even on the nights when I got less sleep than I'd wanted, I still managed to sleep more soundly than I do most nights in general. I keep repeating this, but it truly was the vacation that I needed.

Friday morning was my tour of the Pentagon with my Aunt. I got up early so that I could go in to work with her, and we spent a good 3 hours just wandering the halls. She'd printed out some information on the Pentagon, and asked me to look through it to see which exhibits I wanted to see, and she had a few of her own that she wanted to show me. All in all, I saw everything that had caught my eye on the printout. My favorite, however, was the pink flamingo. You know the style of cardboard cutout that is a "pin-the-tail-on-the-donkey" type of thing? Yeah, it was one of those, along with a palm tree, just thumb-tacked to a wall in a basement level that my Aunt didn't even know existed. No signs, no description, no backstory. Just, a pink flamingo and a palm tree, thumb-tacked to a wall. Aside from that, the NORAD exhibit was probably my favorite thing.

Just being in the Pentagon was awesome. There were a couple things that she'd wanted to show me that we ended up running out of time for {she was on the clock and really did have actual work that she needed to do, after all} so we will be saving that for next time. After the tour inside the building, she directed me on how to get to the 9/11 Memorial, so that I could see the benches that they'd put in, along with trying to see if I could tell where exactly the part of the building had been replaced. There's just the slightest difference in color, but because the replaced part of the building has been weathered for the last 15 years, it's harder to distinguish than I imagine it would have been 15 years ago.

Once I was finished there, I walked over to the metro station and headed in to the city again to meet up with the same friend. He was dog sitting for a friend of his, of which she was nice enough to welcome me in to her home, so we just kind of hung out with the dogs for a while. Later that evening we went out to dinner. The place we'd done minimal research on Yelp for, that sounded really good, was an hour wait so we kept walking. There was another place that he mentioned was similar, but more seafood-y, that we ended up going to. The wait for that was 45 minutes, but it ended up only being about 35 minutes. By the time we got in there, we most likely would have still been waiting for the other place.

The food was delicious! It was called the Hamilton, and I highly recommend the mac and cheese bites. I got sushi, because sushi, and he got a burger. We each picked at the fries that came with his dish. We each got a drink, I had two, and I was quite comfortable by the end of the second one. Since we were walking, and not needing to drive anywhere, it was my first chance to really indulge, and so I did.

After dinner, we headed over to the National Monuments. I'm wanting to say that it was around 8 or 9 by the time we finished dinner, but it was definitely after midnight before we headed back to the apartment. It was such a gorgeous night!! I absolutely loved walking around the Monuments, seeing the other people out enjoying the evening as well. If you're friends with me on Facebook, you've seen the photos from that evening date. We started out at the Washington Monument, which is still closed for repairs, but it was still really cool to see up close. I think I took more photos of that, from different angles and distances, than everything else we saw that night. The White House, the National Treasury, the WWI and WWII memorials were in there. The FDR and MLK Jr memorials were in there. Lincoln Memorial was really nifty seeing up close. I very much enjoyed the walk around the Reflection Pool, as well as walking along the Tidal Basin. Aside from the weekend beach trip {which will also have its own entry} this night was my favorite night of the entire 2 weeks.

And that's where I'm going to end this one. NY and VA Beach will each have their own separate entries, so as to ensure each gets the proper attention for details. Each will be, most likely, as long as this one. Fair warning.

Until then. . .

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One of the reasons I love Autumn so much is the fact that you are guaranteed rain. The colors change, the ground gets saturated with damp, colorful leaves. The air smells crisp, and of rain. The temperatures drop and you can break out your scarves, gloves, and boots.

This weekend we're apparently supposed to be getting quite the storm. The National Weather Service is saying that we're going to get possible hurricane force gusts and enough rain to cause major flooding; something that doesn't usually happen here. In the event of a power outage, I have located my tiny flashlight, I've stocked up on some non-perishable items, and {finally} purchased an external battery pack for my phone. Worst case scenario, I go sit in my car and idle while the phone charges, but this pack should last me a few days of charges.

My cousin's wife has managed to get me hooked on LulaRoe leggings ... they're so soft!! Buttery was the term deemed worthy of describing them. I own 4 pairs {1 pair is still on its way} and they can be used to help keep me warm this winter season. I also bought a couple pajama sets from VS so I'll have plenty of lounge wear. Do I own any more than 2 long sleeve shirts? Nah. Am I prepared for a week long sleep over? Definitely. Priorities, right?

I'm adulting hard.

Speaking of which, I was supposed to do all the things yesterday, but by the time I got home, started my laundry, and showered, I was exhausted. As soon as my clothes were dry, or hanging up to dry, I went to bed. My hair wasn't even dry yet, but I didn't give a shit. If it looked like crap this morning, I'd've just thrown it up. I'm pretty sure I was asleep before 9:30. But this meant that I needed to still go grocery shopping and buy some essentials for this weekend. So guess who had to go out in the rain to do the remainder of the things ... yeah. At some point I will have to invest in some different outfits so that I can wear boots again. My flats don't agree well with all of this rain. Unless, of course, I purchase rain boots, then just change in to work shoes when I get to work ... hmm, maybe that's a good option.

Anywho, I will be writing about my trip this weekend, depending on whether I have power or not. These entries will be much easier typed on a computer, rather than a tablet. But that's one of the reasons I wanted to write about this "impending storm." Just in case I don't write for a few days, that's why. I'm definitely not going to forget to write about the trip. I need to chronicle what happened. Sometimes things can be seen in a new light when looking back on it.

Until then. . .

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This morning when I was packing up my things, the want to come home was about 60/40, in favor of staying. Now that I'm actually home, the ratio is significantly higher in favor of wanting to go back.

The entire vacation was simply amazing, aside from the quick thing that happened right when I got there, which I've already chronicled, and the having to say goodbye part of today. So the very beginning and the very end were full of emotions, and it was a complete 180 of the type of emotion being exuded.

I'll detail things over the next few days. NY is going to get an entry on its own. And it's very possible that there will be a part 2 and 3 of the remainder of the trip. In the meantime, I need to get sleep for my return to work tomorrow.

As much as I would like to have an extra day, at this moment in time, I am welcoming the distraction. If I just had an extra day right now, I'd be upset that I wasn't back there.

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It hasn't really stopped raining since I got here. The day I flew in, it was warm and sunny. Since then, it's been exactly like Seattle. Mid-upper 60s, overcast, with periods of rain. Every once in a while it'll start to rain harder, like it typically does on the East Coast, but then it just kind of goes back to Seattle rain. The weather apps have said a few times that it's storming, but I've yet to see any lightning or hear any thunder so ... that's lame. Part of the thing I was looking forward to while being out here was the storms. I miss them. I'm hoping I see at least one storm while I'm out here. I have time.

This first week has been kind of a lazy week. I went on a quick solo adventure yesterday. It was about an hour and twenty minute drive to the Chesapeake Bay coastline in MD. I wasn't out there for very long. That's usually how my solo adventures go, though. I am in the car far longer than I am at the actual place that is my destination. If the drive is a scenic one, I stop several times along the way, or while coming back, to take photos. This one was more just a straight forward shot transitioning over a couple different freeways; nothing terribly scenic about it. However, with the trees lining the roads, and the rainy day, it was very much like the trips I usually take back home.

Other than the trip yesterday, I haven't really done much more than just relaxing. It's exactly what I've been needing. I absolutely adore my cousin's kid. She was just a 3 week old blob the last time I was out here so she definitely has a personality now. It took her about a day to warm up to me. Now she just has another person to climb on, talk to, give things to, take things from. Of course she gets fussy like every other child, and that's the point at which I turn her back over to her parents. They are much better at dealing with it than I am; it's a gene that I'm lacking.

Monday will be the start of a very busy week that I have planned. Tuesday I'll be road tripping up to NY to visit my dad's family, along with various parts of the city itself. I feel like I'm looking more forward to seeing the city, and exploring various things, than I am about visiting the family. I mean, don't get me wrong, I'm excited about seeing my uncle and cousins, but I was never really close to them even when I was young, so I'm not really sure how things are going to go.

I'll have a couple days in NY, then I'll be coming back here for a day before road tripping down south to visit my other aunt and cousins that I saw at the wedding last year. It's going to be nice actually having some more reasonable time to hang out with them. It's also a much more relaxed trip, rather than the harried trip from last time. It was such a rushed trip that I didn't have the chance to de-stress at all. This time is so much better.

It really is exactly the vacation I've been needing. The last two were far more stressful than they really should have been.

My birthday is on Wednesday. I'm debating whether to say anything to people out there just to see if I can get some free stuff. If I wasn't turning 30, I probably wouldn't even mention it, but 30 is kind of a turning point in one's life so people tend to make a bigger deal about it. If I can even get a free dessert or entree, then that would be just fine with me. Who knows, I may not try it. I may only say something if asked "what brings you here?"

I wanted to make sure to type at least something while I was out here, so that my entry when I get back isn't a massive one. I know it's harder to read the super long entries. That's why I split most of my vacation entries. Otherwise it would just be obnoxious.

It's kind of entertaining to me; I've been pretty much keeping my sleep schedule on Seattle time. I've been going to be well in to the early hours of the morning {between 2 and 4am} then waking up between 10 and 11am {7 and 8 Seattle time.} It's entirely unintentional. Those are just the hours at which my cousin keeps and I just stay up hanging out with him and his friends, watching them play video games. If I'm really that tired, obviously I'm just gonna go to bed, but it seems to be working out well enough. Perhaps when I get back home it won't be as challenging as it normally is to adjust back to PST.

Anywho, this entry is already longer than I planned on it being so it's time to call it.

Oh, in relation to the previous entry. The disconnect happened. It sucked. Much harder than I anticipated. He blocked me after I told him that I needed to disconnect; not exactly what I was expecting and it hit me way harder than it really should have. It hurt much more than I think it should have had I thought it was going to go that route, but hey, if that's the game that he wants to play? Then I'm done.

Okay, now I'm done.

Until next time...

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