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I see you have chosen well, but be warned that my blog is exactly as it states... ramblings. You won't find this blog overly political, religious or much anything else. I write for me. Well, I write for you, the audience as well, but mainly for me. Would it surprise you to know that I've been keeping a hard diary since 1986? (yeah, I just dated myself.) Well, writing in the book has become painful, so I blog. I have many blogs on other sites, which is why this blog only has a mere few, but do know that I plan on maintaining this blog a bit more. I will probably not post a picture or use real names of any of my friends or family, if the blogs turn to that nature. There, you are forewarned.

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Saturday, August 31, 2013

The Biggest Little City in the World!

Tomorrow I will be traveling back to Reno, Nevada, where I began.  I am leaving behind some really amazing people here in Boise, but even as amazing as they are, the ties were not strong enough to keep me here.  I am loyal to myself, first and foremost.

I will say this, though. Reno is kind of a central location if ever there was one.  Two hours to the West is Sacramento and another hour and a half beyond that lies San Francisco.  Boise to Reno is only seven hours and of course there is Las Vegas about 8 hours to the South.  I've traveled them all, and I must say that there could be a lot worse places to be than Reno.  Home for me, will always be where I began.  Some do not think the same as I do, and that's okay, too.

I am super excited to see my family and friends again, but most of all, I am excited to see my junior high/high school. sweetheart again.  See my previous blog for more info about that.  The time that we have spent together online and on the phone have been amazing fun.  He really knows how to make me blush, which isn't easy to accomplish by just anyone, and he really knows how to help me to feel good about myself.  After talking to him for a while, I actually did see a beautiful woman in the window of Yahoo's webcam service.  I saw the bright smile that makes him so happy and excited.  It was not easy for me to see those things in myself, and even now I sometimes tell him that he's wrong, but know that he's right anyway.

I cannot wait to begin this adventure, so I will start now by going to bed.



Tuesday, August 20, 2013

New Life, New Happiness

It is strange how some thing simply hit you like a freight train.  I have been living in Boise, Idaho for about four-and-a-half years now, and man, am I sick of it.  While it is true that I have made some awesome friends, it is simply not home, and I am very ready to return to my hometown of Reno.  It's funny because whenever I have told people that I am moving to Reno, they get this shocked look on their face and say, "Reno? Why would anyone move to Reno on purpose!"  When I tell them that Reno is my hometown, their expression relaxes and they say "Oh. I see."  Or something similar.

But, not only am I going back because I miss my family and my friends, I have reconnected with someone that I knew in high school.  I haven't seen him in twenty years and even though our lives took separate paths, we have remained friends and in contact on and off over the years. Our paths took on a similar journey.  We've both been married and divorced, had kids, had drama coming out of our ears, but we remained friends over the span of decades.

He also recently moved back to Reno after being in California for many years. Though we have stayed in contact off and on, he most recent message caught me a bit off guard.  We talked about old times and what has been going on in our recent pasts, and it was like we had never spent any time apart.  He is the most caring, gentle guy I have ever known, and I am so happy to be in his life again and he in mine.  This relationship hit me like a freight train although it has been fermenting like a beautifully aged wine for twenty years. I cannot wait to be back home.