it went well. heres my text to my T (she asked me to text her) :

"it went VERY well. flowers, alochol, blood, Home. I could breathe. i have found Home again. it made me feel well. I cried like a baby. its Home. its mine. Why didnt i die with it? to not make my parents feel guilty, but i should have done it. at least now i know that only seeing it is enough for me to feel at Home. Thanks for today, you heped me."

i think i said it all. i miss you Home. i love you and always will. thanks for everything. i'll never forget you. i love you, Home.