My Bunkie Is Back

Today, I can officially say that I have my old bunkie back; my second one, the one I call the Baddest Bunkie. I am very happy about that because in the midst of everything going on it feels good to be able to be in the room with my closest friend. It is around 7:30 am as I am writing this and we can't officially move the room until noon, but in the computer the change is complete. 

I spoke to my mother earlier, she is the first person I call when I wake up and the last person I call when I go to sleep. My nights have been sleepless but it helps some going to bed knowing that everything is temporarily okay.

I will have to give it to the staff here, they have been very supportive, they have constantly checked in to see how my dad is doing, and they also checked on me.  My boss spoke with me for a few moments the other day, helping me to process things, and my case manager is working on a furlough, should I need it. In a weird way this is helping me cope better and also see them in a different light. 

While working on my furlough my case manager and I began to discuss a little more about my release because I can not take a furlough within 90 days of my release. This was a welcomed discussion. 

I was up very early this morning, shortly after 5 am count, just thinking. I had an AHA moment about time. I have spent the last six to seven months wanting time to go fast; I wanted to get to the end of my sentence. Now, my perspective has changed. I want time to slow down so my dad can be around as long as possible.