You ever feel as though you are caught between a rock and a hard place? That is exactly how I feel right now. Yesterday, my family and I went back to California to visit our parents and friends. I am actually there right now as I right this.
Any how, coming down the 15 around Victorville I started getting angry again and wishing to turn the car around. I could sense the arrogance on the road and the libtard mentality as well. After seeing my family and friends, I started getting that light woozy feeling of homesickness; however, it wasn't for the area, but for family.
I love living in Flagstaff. The people are great and so is the city. I wish I could bring my family back to AZ, but they will never leave California. That is my problem. Hell, I ain't ever giving up my AR or AK for Commiefornia, but it sure is hard not being able to see family like I used to. I had to leave CA, or I was gonna have a nervous breakdown. To much of a rat race.