How We Change

All I can say is I'm sooo fucking nervous about flying home today. See, things are VERY different, on both sides, since me and my parents saw each other 7 months ago. Well, for them, Mom's been doing lots of surgery and chemo and such, and lots more mood swings because of her surgical menopause. Me, well, let's start from the top and work our way down, shall we? I'm now agnostic (beliving there's a God, but not really giving a fuck), I have contacts, thinking about getting a tattoo on my shoulderblade, have slightly bigger tits, thanx to depo. I also have a belly button piercing, and I also dress differently, tho I guess I'll have to go back to the modest crap I used to wear for a week. Plus, I can look forward to my mom bitching about my lil brother not doing his chores, both of them bitching at me for sleeping/living with my boyfriend, which is against their religion, and having to deal with all the people back home who haven't known how much I've changed. But, on the upside, I get to see my cats, and organize my stuff to take back.