I go back and forth about whether or not I want to tell S when I finally move home. We haven't been in contact since that text message on New Years. And that can hardly be called "contact."
At first I couldn't imagine leaving without telling him. That's just not really my style. I'm not as cold as that. And I felt like I didn't want to be the one responsible for lost contact.
The ugly truth is, it probably wouldn't make a difference. Whether he had my current phone number or not, he probably wouldn't call it.
So I waffle. Tell him? Not tell him?
I am still taking just baby steps back home. I've only applied to two jobs, neither of which I've heard from yet. And I've taken a few of many steps required to reapply for my license to practice at home. And today I sold my dining room set on craigslist. Uprooting my life (again) is a process. So it'll be a while. 12:39 AM