Miles and miles in my bare feet

Going back to Louisiana reminded me just how much it wasn't home anymore; it hadn't really been home since I was 16. I wasn't real keen to leave New York, but now everyone that matters to me is in the same place, so it was worth it in the end.

Made an appointment to see the doc in a couple of weeks, to see how my leg's healing up. I've been in this cast for six weeks, and I am so fucking ready to get it off again. I miss walking at a normal pace. And riding my bike. And basically doing anything that isn't sitting around watching crappy TV for most of the day.

I'm fairly certain someone will have to stop me from taking a saw to my cast.