yay...

I made it to Truman on half a tank of gas, so that's just about the most awesome thing ever. I filled my tank (nine dollars, its was three fourths full) and spent three hours driving down seventy. Two girls were abducted, I felt really bad, they were only thirteen and ten. I hope someone found them. I only know this because of the signs on the road, I didn't actually see this.
I stopped at a gas station on 63 and got skittles and coffee, it was like twelve thirty. That kept me going. Also, the two best things on the planet are cruise control and a gps through my phone. I was sitting barefooted, crosslegged in the car with the gps in my iPod holder. It gives turn by turn directions, so awesome.

So, I'm excited for other reasons than just being here. Nick and I have been pretty rocky since I told him of my monumental mistake with the faggot. He's been pretty mad at me, understandably so. I've been on my toes mostly, trying to remind of him of why he loves me, and sometimes doing over the top things like buying him Motorhead tickets and doing the dishes every night and such.
Anyway, before I left he finally (yay!) told me that he thought things were going to be okay between us, that he wanted to work things out, and that he was going to miss me. I almost cried in relief. I know what I did with the fag was wrong, I've regretted it ever since I had started it, but being honest with Nick was crucial, because I want to spend forever with him, and the fact that he forgives me and still loves me is just...oh. Perfect.

Anyway, just wanted to blog out that I made it safely and the love of my life still loves me.
All is wonderful.

-embee