I know I neglect this journal... and I really shouldn't. But not much happens to me anymore, to be honest. The only things I'd really be writing are work rants and who really wants to read me bitching about work all the time? I'm thinking once TV starts I may start reviewing stuff again, and I've been thinking about starting a wrestling blog. But I'm going completely off topic.
So I'm sitting in my chair, watching Shark Week, when my phone rings. It's my dad, of all people. We're super close but we don't talk much since he's in South Carolina with limited funds and limited phone time. ANYWAY, he tells me he's coming up here to New York. I'm super pleased by this, of course, and ask him what the occasion is. He starts talking about how he can't stand it down there and how there's nothing there for him, and I'm just like, "wait what. you're coming back to stay?"
Yeah. He's coming home to stay. I was ready to start crying on the phone but I held it in until I hung up and just burst into happy tears. He's been gone for ten years now, he left just before I graduated and I've only seen him a handful of times since then. I'm so completely surprised and flabbergasted and just so happy. I've missed him so much, he's missed out on so much of my life and I can't wait until he's home.
I feel like I'm dreaming. I've literally waited ten years for this. Tomorrow I hope I can be there when his bus gets in so I can give him the biggest hug ever.