To Mibba or not to Mibba.

I keep fighting with myself on whether or not to come back to Mibba. It's just so ugly. So ugly. LOL. I'd probably get used to it. I just miss writing a lot in general and I feel like right now, more than anything, writing or doing something constructive will make myself feel better, haha. Blogging is great and all but it gets old.

Today was alright. Had our Canadian thanksgiving dinner. It definitely wasn't the same without grandpa sticking his fingers in everything and adding his own spices and making sure that it was cooked to his idea of perfection.

The whole grief thing is just weird. It literally is like a wave. The sadness will come and hit you like a ton of bricks then will settle and go down and then all of a sudden it's back.

I know if he were here he'd be sitting upright, asleep on the couch, and that's what I'm just going to picture; that he's on a couch somewhere else asleep.

Anyway, happy thanks giving everyone. Or I guess just to the fellow Canadians, haha.