Back Home, Back to Basics

10.05.25

I made it home, and thankfully the trip was just as uneventful as the drive to Nevada. It feels good to be back and settle into my normal routine again. I think the one who missed me most was Poppy—but I expected that. Everything went smoothly at home while I was gone.

The last thing I wanted to do tonight was leave the house again, but I felt that familiar inner pull to go to a meeting. It’s strange how I’ve grown so accustomed to AA meetings that I actually miss them when I don’t go. Even when a meeting doesn’t particularly resonate or I don’t take anything new away from it, there’s something about being there that keeps me grounded. It reminds me that I’m a real alcoholic—and that without regular meetings, my mind can start drifting back toward old habits.

So I went. And as always, I’m glad I did. The meeting helped ease my anxiety. I wouldn’t call what I felt a craving, but I could see how easily one could slip back into drinking if vigilance fades. Tonight, I get to lay my head down grateful and proud for another sober 24 hours.