Chapter 25
Wednesday, November 22, 2006
  allow a moment for a 'bitter dance'
So this is my first Thanksgiving away from home. I seem to be taking it worse than I realized I would. Kind of pathetic. Back in the middle of summer I mentioned to Becky and Eric one night while we were at Waterfire that I didn't know if I'd be able to go home for Thanksgiving. Becky invited me to her parents for the holiday (this was before we had started to "see" each other) and I thanked her and considered it and soon accepted it, thinking it wouldn't be too big a deal to stay around up here. My other option was to have bought a cheap flight on Spirit Air and head down to Grand Cayman to visit Gran and Grandaddy for a few days.
Now I wish I would have done that.

Becky and I did sort of part ways on Sunday, but as we were friends before and see each other quite often at church and elsewhere, we're trying to remain friends and cordial about it. I pray this isn't hard for us.
She didn't dis-invite me for tomorrow, so as far as I know I will still be going with her and her family to Connecticut. I'm greatful for the inclusion, really I am...but I will miss not spending the day with family. I missed it this morning as everyone at the office were discussing their plans. I miss it right now, as I sit in my empty house.

I'm feeling so down that I actually went and created a MySpace account. But I'll probably go and delete it. If for no reason other than making me list my relgion as "Christian-other." Man, what does that even mean? Every other belief gets it's own choice, but Christianity is wrapped up with Other. I know it's super-trivial, and lame that Christianity has even been reduced to a label, but it does irk me a little. If only because this to me does not indicate that it is taken very seriously. And of there is one thing that is worthy of being taken serious in our lives, it's our faith. Wherever that lies.

Every Grain of Sand just came on my music; the I-Tunes is on random, but I doubt this is a random occurance.

Argh, I'm in a bad place. I need to go spend some time away from computers, and alone with God. The one place where I'm not alone right now.
 
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