Going Home

I spent a majority of my third visit to Montana going to therapy. I go to therapy in Montana sometimes because my Dad lives there, and he likes therapy. Yay therapy.

(lol the truth is: I like therapy a lot. It's incredibly helpful.)

Anywaaaays. My flight back was canceled, so I spent an extra night in Montana. The next day, two flights later with one flight to go, the plane was late and I was stranded in Atlanta for a night. I pretty much hated my life by that point.

By day 3 of my delay, NOTHING COULD STOP ME.

NOTHING AT ALL.