Six more hours, and it's back to the grind of the group home. I've been on holidays for a couple weeks, and I must say, that until yesterday, while I was baking in the sun, drinking beer with Red and Mr. Head, it didn't feel as though I had been on holiday at all.
My holidays started the day that Mr. Henry arrived in Canada, and it's been go, go, go ever since. Family reunion fun, getting up early basically every day for something or other, Folk Fest shenanigans, car troubles, and Melrose Place type chaos, courtesy of Marla and Mr. Henry, have kept myself and everyone around me it seems, feeling stressed, silly, and on the edge of losing our noodles.
Moving, break-ups, family disfunction, financial woes, and international lies have filled August, thus far, for the lot of us, and have made for some sleepless nights, seemingly never-ending analyzing of events, and a lot of beer drinking.
I think that sometimes, we need to have a bit of drama to keep us on our toes. Although it can get a bit annoyingly stressful, when everyone is hit with something not-so-good at once, it brings us a bit closer. It reminds us that we have fantastic friends who love us, and will do anything for us. Through our stress and our tears and our anger, we've had some great laughs, good fun, and have even picked up some new comrades along the way.
As usual, my mom was right. Everything really is going to be okay, and work out the way it should. For me, for my friends and everyone else sucked into the drama that is August.
Now if only I could figure out a way to get out of working for a living, but still get a paycheck.