A week, or so ago, before I left for Florida, I had been stressing out badly.

My sister was deviously defiant, not going to say it wasn't my fault, it partly was, but...there comes a point where much is, simply, too much.

Girl said stay out of her business, but it was everyone's business up until the point where she left (got booted) out of the business of living under the same roof as I, my auntie and her daughter, our cousin, were under.

it is what it is....

Maybe this isn't something to go on about in a book labeled "Andre's trip to Florida" is it?

Okay. I'll move on.

But before i do, i'd like to wrap it up. Pretty much the moral of the story, before, was that i had a lot on my plate---that i chose to carry, of course, but still---so going on this trip was a hopeful thing to look forward to...

With that being said, a week later, we were ready to go, sort of...