Dreamy

I spent the early afternoon in a quiet reflective place, floating peacefully in cool water, staring up at the sky.

I showered and finished packing, carried everything downstairs and magically it was time to leave.

I cried. Yup, I’m 35 years old and I cried as my Mom wrapped her arms around me. Sheesh. Get it together lady!

Lesson learned, full disclosure.

I’m not very good at goodbyes. Never have been, never will be. So here’s what I can promise, I can promise everyone that I love, the following: I will be an epic failure in keeping it together. There you have it! In hindsight amusing, in the moment… it is what it is. Sigh. I try my best. I can’t like them.

And now, I am “home.” After a rapid succession of goodbyes, pow, pow, pow, take that, goodbye.

Sayonara loved ones.

It already feels dreamy. And I want to grab hold of it, imprint every fading detail so...

Difficult to be in two places at once, really.

So far removed from the people I love the most, scattered back east. Thankful that this trip, planned so long ago, unexpectedly, allowed me to be home at just the right time.