First Day on the Second Trip

January 24, 2008

The air is stagnant due to the recycled air. Last night I laid on a thin mattress on the floor. No sheets, no pillow. Just two thin blankets on a cold plastic mattress laid on the cold concrete floor. There were two other women in this holding tank, so I wasn't physically alone...but it sure did feel empty.

The bus ride didn't take long enough. The roads of familiar grounds fell into the distance behind me way too fast. I kept trying to capture my SE Portland I love oh so much. We were driving past the Mall 205 exit when I think it really hit. I caught a quick sight of Taco Bell and had to think about how I had been trying to get there all day on the last day I was out (free).

Although this is my second trip to Coffee Creek it is still unfamiliar to me and I am grateful for it. It doesn't excite me or bring smile to my face at a simple thought or memory. Driving past those exits made my heart ache.

A lot of great people (Anakha, Gene and David) have all been telling me how its up to me to change and to work on me. Thank you all for standing by me in this next chapter of my life. Thank you for supporting me.

Love,
Nichole