On July 25, 2019 I departed the Summer House. I described it to someone yesterday as escaped and I think both are accurate descriptions. While both descriptions might be accurate, they are not equal in definition so I am going to stick with departed.

The view really is pretty here. I even had a moment over the weekend where I was caught mouth agape at an unexpected breathtaking view. Your girl can still have her breath taken away even without a hand on her throat. – For what it is worth though I do so enjoy a hand on my throat.

Somehow while logging into the WiFi and opening this app I managed to piss the Daddy off. Thankfully this is a blog and not a video confessional because the look on my face at the moment wouldn’t win me any slave awards.

I seriously have confusion about the why behind certain new behaviors, but I am absolutely positive that it doesn’t matter. I thought it might, but that was me being less than transparent with myself. While I am less than thrilled I fell back into that specific pattern, I am pleased I have not lingered there.

So this entry has been open for about 40 minutes, and additions will come as the morning unfolds, I am in the interim looking at the most curious of exchanges with Daddy and myself. I even stopped to chant in the middle of it because, I am not thrilled with the direction it’s gone. That is one of the recent events that keeps me away from here and writing in the personal journal. Yes I still keep one of those for the deeper explorations which are needed at times.

I just know that I am literally weeks away from being able to pull this trigger and I need to be sure. At the end of the day my commitment isn’t restricted by zip code but that zip code doesn’t have to be the one I am typing from in the moment. In fact I can think of more than one which gives me more bang for the buck so to speak, the problem is that while I am searching for the best deal, my heart is in Vallejo.