So here I sit... probably on my last trip I'll make to Nashville... the place I called home for a year and a half. Remembering what I had here, what I dealt with, and wondering why it all ended the way it did. I feel honored, that a friend of his would take me in, so I could go to the grave and wish him a happy birthday, but at the same time I wonder if it was the right thing to do. I had hoped to answer some questions... but the answers aren't here. I still have no clue what to do now, or how to even begin to move on. If nothing else though, it is now very plain to see who I can trust and who I can't of mine and his friends and family.

I have picked my needles back up again after going nearly a year with doing hardly anything at all. I forgot the therapy they provided. As it is, I've got some socks in the works, one pair is about 3/4 done, they are taking forever. I have some lace going on, in some wonderful 100% silk yarn that I got at too good of a price to pass up on my one trip to Ohio while I lived in Nashville, in due time hopefully I will make some sizable progress on them. Life is still a bit too chaotic to do much, and I really don't do much at all.

So much I want to say, and no way to really say it. I had promised myself I would try not to abandon this... it seems I have though.