don't tell me to get a life, i'm trying!

I’m so close to having a life… I can almost see it (Kyle too). I can almost reach out and touch it. But not quite. There are 31 miles in my way. I can’t see a way of crossing those miles except to do so continuously until I get tired of putting gas in the car or I have an accident with all those crazy drivers. Being on I80 is not the safest place to be spending so much time. I wish things were different. I wish I could live in the same neighborhood where my church friends/families live. Or at least I wish we lived closer so that Kyle and I could do the things we want to do with church and friends. It is hard to have friends when we are so far away.

I’m only 31 miles away from having a life.