I know, the saying "Get the hell out of Dodge" is a little generic, but holds the same meaning today as it did when the term was coined.

I, in fact, DO need your help to get the BLEEP outta here and back to S.F. Bay. I can't take it. I'm changing, for the worse. My living conditions have degraded to Section 42 housing, the people around me are hard to handle. Oh it's not that they don't have a heart or anything terrible. I just think this is God's way of trying to, once again, teach me patience, tolerance and the whole flipping 9-yards..........ugh.

What I'd love from you is support and anything that generally could help a mom who misses her family (and has little to offer in return but eternal gratitude and friendship) just get home again. I'm only asking because it really has gotten "that bad" as they say.

Thank you, bless you by the religious icon/idol of your choosing and hopefully I'll see you soon.
~Me.