My Life in a "The Jerk" Quote

"The first day seemed like a week and the second day seemed like five days. And the third day seemed like a week again and the fourth day seemed like eight days."

The 2nd floor bedroom at the farm. 

Well, you get the idea.  I've been home two weeks as of today, but it seems like forever.  And sometimes it seems like I never left.  And sometimes it seems like I'm still there, but that's only when I'm asleep.  I miss the warmth, the farm, and Coco.  I keep imagining what it would be like going about my menial daily tasks with him here.  And it's always more fun when I think of him being here.   Especially the 3 hour car drive with the radio on scan singing to keep the boredom and sleep away.  I imagine what he'd think of Oregon and the people and places I've been since I've been back.  And then I remember how difficult, if not impossible it will be for him to ever get to Oregon.  Mostly thanks to the current US immigration laws that really do try to keep every Latino out, even for a visit.  It makes me sick.  OPEN THE EFFEN BOARDERS!  America is melting pot for kitties sake!  But enough of my political views.

I've been frustrated and confused and irritated and sad with my prospects for the future.  And as of last week I only had plans through the 16th of July and after that I had nothing to even think about.  I'm now booked through Labor day with this and that.  Today I found out some bad financial news, that will make a huge impact on if I can actually keep this house or let the bank have it.  But I also got a call from the gallery and wine bar in Vancouver that has my Julia painting and it sold!  And she wants another one to replace it.  I was also told by my great friend that I can have another buddy pass to fly for cheap if I want to go back!  So I guess the good news out weighs the bad. 

If I believed in signs I'd most likely think that I should go back.  I am more motivated than ever(or at least earlier today) to paint and practice my terrible Espanol.  Plus I hate being cold.