I don't know how to "blog" necessarily, i'm kinda treating it as a diary in a sense but without my deepest darkest secrets
Currently in Indiana for a few reasons. One, for family. Two, to explore the world and find out what the real world has in store for me. Three, to help my aunt and her daughter with down syndrome move out to California.
I love my family, not only in the loving family type of way but also in the "i could stand to be around you people" kinda sense. Which there are not many people i love like that.
So far my exploring has been unsuccessful, i have found myself lying in bed typing away on codex while i have the opportunity to be out and about but its vacation, i do what i want.
Now helping my aunt move is something i am REALLY not looking forward to even though i have the simplest job. I get to fly my cousin and their puppy out to California. Simple right? WRONG WRONG WRONG WRONG WRONG! I don't understand why i chose to do this. For those who dont get why, let me put it this way, i would rather driven a moving truck from Indiana to California sitting next to my big fat ugly smelly uncle and my big fat ugly bald headed dad (if my uncle or dad ever read this i don't mean it, i love you guys) rather than fly to California with my down syndrome cousin and their down syndrome puppy.
And im tired of typing now
What's wrong with Downs Syndrome people? I happen to know a LOT of people with it and they're probably the happiest people in the world, ALWAYS. Barely a bad bone in their bodies
I'm hoping it's something else other than just the disability.