In the middle in Me in transition.

I’m in the middle of a move, not just a move, but a move back home.
I have been gone a year and a half. I moved to Wichita, the big city to work in the biggest meanest prison in the state. It’s something I have always wanted to do. Well I did it and it wasn’t horrible but 16,17 hour days get long and I’m not a spring chicken any longer. Also, the management sucked. I then went job to job even quit nursing for awhile.
While in Wichita, I learned a couple things, I don’t have many friends, and Larry and I are a pretty strong couple.
Well fast forward on February we thought about moving out of state. My mom got very ill. In 12 hours she went septic. I still don’t know how she pulled through. April my mother in law passed from…sepsis. So, it was time to come home.
I got a contract job with the government as a nurse. Larry I think is gonna sell cars. He had a couple offers.
I have mixed feelings about the move. A) so expensive. B) I’m glad to be where I know everyone and where I’m going and have been. C) I feel slightly like a failure since I couldn’t make it outside of my hone town.

We move June 15th. Larry is in Wichita, I’m at my folks until then. We are each other on the weekends. It’s been a long month.

So this is me.