I went down to Marshalltown from Minnesota. I loath this town more than any other place on the face of this earth. I have no where I can look without being bombarded with fistfuls of memories I would rather not remember. 

But it turned out better than I thought. I was able to see my cousin and some of my family. My mother bought me stuff for the new puppy and some clothes. She fed and watered me just like her own. I was also able to see my grandma. The entire day went with out fighting or arguments or bickering or very very very awkward sideways glances. It was a dream. If my family behaved that well all the time I probably wouldn’t want to move entirely bad as I do. How ever that’s not the case.

Also when we ate chinese I had a fortune that read “This could be an almost perfect day. Enjoy it.” I don’t really believe that it predicted my fortune more than I do believe that it gave me one moment of realization that I can relax and not worry about all those little things that get to me so readily.