Day 80?

I just got off work at the Tin Top and my legs hurt, my back hurts, my feet hurt, my clothes are stained, I'm covered in the disgusting restaurant, and I'm sleepy. But I now have $38 dollars in my pocket plus over a weeks worth of memories to keep me pleasently occupied.I so loved my time with my girls at Girls State that I can't properly describe why. I mean, personally some things happend that were really upsetting like fighting with people. (I was not made to fight with others.) But those girls, the opportunities to teach, encourage, love, and basically pour into them. Now I had twenty-eight of them and only a week so I'm not sure how much I was able to touch any of their lives, but here's is to hoping I made a positive impact.side note: I'm typing this on my phone and I can't really read what I've written so please forgive me if a long sentence doesn't make sense.) Anyway, those girls really brightened my world. That reminds me, my sisters really brighten my world too. Friday, the day I was to leave Troy, my mom asked me to visit her for a day in Knoxville. Thus, I began a road trip to see important people. Granted, I didn't get to see all the important people, I got to see a bunch:) driving North through Atlanta I stayed with and got to see Racheal, Sonya, and Justin. Then Knoxville to visit my mom. We ended up leaving Knoxville the morning after I arrived and drove to Chattanooga for the afternoon. Our lovely stay in what was one of my favorite cities only lasted about three hours. Then mother and I went our sperate ways, she home to the beach while I stopped in ATL for another evening. This time I stayed with Chelsea whom I stole to eat dinner with me and Ramika in the city. My chelsea lives about 45min outside the city which was great for me in the morning traffic--i didn't get stuck in aweful traffic. But because Easton was out of town on my first drive though, Chels and I stopped by the college kid apartment so I got to see Sonya, Justin, and Racheal again. My sisters and those boys really do make my heart happy. I have to admit sometime I feel creepy when I admit how important they are to me, I mean they are just my friends, right? Well yes, but they are often my life-support too. Interesting fact: I have realized that Alabama feels suffocating, I feel like I am suffocating here because I can't talk about certain things and I can't be completely me. No, I'm not in the closet. I just like to talk about strange things that aren't welcome conversation topics in this interesting state of mine. Thus, I keep my mouth shut and sometimes I stop thinking about those topics that used to consume my mind and heart. Don't you see how that could be suffocating. On the upside, I have a habit of talking about those subjects even though they are not welocme-- it causes lots of adults to feel really uncomfortable. I'm okay with that.