I discovered this evening that my grand-daughters bad feelings towards me are a result of the year and a half we have spent together since she brought me down here from Tennessee.

I had made the assumption that my last two months, and more, of sobriety and life changes were in play. They are not, I am wrong.

She even blamed my current depression on the fact that I stopped taking a prescribed anti-depression pill. Yes I did, more than two months ago.

The situation has dissolved into nothing now, and I have to leave to retain some sanity.

I honestly have no idea where I will land, but I will be leaving behind what few possessions that I still had left, and were of value to me. I will travel with one small suitcase with wheels, and a leather bag containing a tarp and a blanket. Hopefully I can attach the two somehow.

Wish me luck...