I live in a new place and I really like it. But, some how, I keep feeling like I want to go home. I graduated from high school from New Orleans and both my parents died there. I was an Army Brat following my father’s posts from Georgia to Germany back to Georgia to New Orleans. I left New Orleans for a job that I quit and found other jobs…I stayed there after someone told me why don’t I go back where I came from.
I kept looking for help from the Church either Catholic or Protestant. It wasn’t until I committed myself to AA that I realized that no one was going to help me. Help came from various places when I did not ask for it. I am now 63, overweight, and my body falling apart. I found this place I am living in now from a lead from my sponsor in AA surprising. But I still have to find a job and and I am dragging my feet. I am broke and have to wait until tomorrow to do anything.