nearly 4 Months
1/3 of a Year
I've been back in New England
Back to my House
Back to my Job
Back to my Job
Back to my Friends
or not.
I left suddenly, and gaps had to be filled. You can't and shouldn't just unfill those gaps. (With my job, I was lucky . . . a gap appeared in time.)
I've made many efforts, but the heart does not seem to be in it from the other side. At what point do I take the hint, (in this age of high tech. communication), and accept that I now inhabit the Christmas card list only?
110 days.
110 days.
Perhaps, it was easier when I was 740 miles away . . . now it is just awkward.
110 days.
The 758 days were harder then anyone knows, except perhaps my Mother. I so looked forward to coming back. I did not expect things to be the same, it was 758 days of Life for them too, I just thought I would fit in somewhere.
110 days.
it is time to let go, and mourn . . .
but,
I will always hope.
Peace, love and joy to all,
