Spring Break 2009

I needed to come home. I have a tendency to lose myself and need to be reminded every now and then of where I come from, of who I am. As soon as I stepped off the plane, I saw Meex & Wap. Damn boy got big! :-) At first he acted shy (I know, right?!) but then he came up and hugged me and latched on. Of course I cried.

That night (Saturday) my sisters and I went to the bar and ran into a couple women we knew, just be luck of the draw. We were having such a blast that the bar poured us a round of shots on the house! That's never happened before. I'm givin credit to Meex.

The rest of the week was pretty chill and the weather was fanfuckintastic. I bummed around my sister's house and played with the boys, even went to the Parade. Omar can talk so well now and Naba is tall. Trenton lost a tooth and Menominee is still doin his "Everybody hates me!" routine. Love it!

I didn't know what to think about Karie. I didn't really get to see much of her, which is odd since she's so close, but whatever. We both know what's up and that my door is always open to her.

I ran to the rez to see my old preschool room. The kids hadn't changed a bit, but the room and teacher definately had. It was a little odd being in the room that was once mine and Nikki's, but it was cool seeing the changes. They were all very positive. And I gotta admit I missed some of the staff members. ;-)

I hung out with John, an old roommate I hadn't seen in years. 7 years to be exact. It was nice and fun but that's too long to not see people I care about. So, I've decided I'm going to push seeing Josh this summer, and if no one wants to go, I'll make the drive myself.

Today is my last day here, and I'm sad. Of course I'm sad. My heart is breaking all over again and I did it to myself. I knew what my choices would lead me to, and yet....I don't regret coming home, not at all, but I do regret some of the things I did (or didn't do), and that's what weighs on my mind. It went too quickly.

I'm not looking forward to the Minnesotan weather or all those damn papers I tried (and failed) to write before I left. But, on the other hand, I learned a couple things about myself (and human nature) on this trip, I made some decisions that needed to be made, and reconnected with an old friend. So I guess I cut my losses, huh? Ian once said I shouldn't think so much, so if anyone has any ideas on how I can make that happen, hell, I'm listening.