The week of Thanksgiving was the worst of my life. I never fully understood that things really can get so bad so fast.

But now, with it behind me, things are back to "normal".

And I know that I should be thankful for that, but I'm not. All that time taught me was how much I need to get away from here.

Also, I was really close to a big decision but I've since backed down/away from the choice I was making. The event remains the same but the destination won't be what I had nearly talked myself into. I know it would never work out and I realize now I was just daydreaming a little more fervently than usual. {Oh how I'd love to live in that dream, though.}

This has been a time of learning who my friends are, learning who I can {and do} rely on, learning where I can't turn even when I'd always thought the support would be there if it ever really came to it. I don't hold a grudge or a sorrow over that, though. X may not have been there but Y was, and more than I'd ever have hoped, guessed, or imagined. It was like nothing I had ever known and I still appreciated it mightily.

More talking around things. I'm not specific anywhere, not even in my own head.

But I'm happy.