Home, Sweet Home
Grandmama and I were supposed to head home to Texas from Oklahoma Tuesday, then Wednesday, then Thursday. We were mostly held hostage by the weather; Monday, Grandmama pushed leaving to Wednesday, because the people she needed to meet weren’t able to be met until Tuesday.
I’m finally home, wherein I can stim and be autistic as I please, door closed and in my own zone of comfort.
I’m happy to have my own bed and room and bathroom to use and whatnot, as Grandmama and I had to share a double-/full-sized bed.
There was also merely a road separating us from the train that goes by right in front of the house, and I suppose if I was there long enough I’d get used to it and it would be no big deal. I had migraines and headaches all the time, and the weather was so wet and humid that it felt like I was in the rainforest.
As a child, I dreamt of living in a rainforest someday and since forgot, but staying in Oklahoma made me remember said dream.
I’m keeping this short and sweet, because I feel like it does the job best sometimes. I’m home, where I can be autistic in my room without interruptions and basically dress as I freaking please—no need to worry how much leg I’m showing! :p
(Never knew Texas could be less Bible belt-y than another state.)