I arrived on the mainland ten days ago.
Making it now a couple of days without crying, but making it all the same.
When I think of my island time, it's a time I can't even describe to anyone. I actually don't mind working there - working my corporate job - as it allows me the release I need from the real world.
But, back here? Here in the world of structure, order, shoes, and schedules....Work is something I loathe. It's a chore - a much needed chore, like cleaning the bathroom. No one likes to clean the bathroom, butt someone has to clean......
We've passed the anniversary of the first child's death - rapidly approaching the second. Rapidly approaching a time in my life I wish would have been something different.
One day.
There will be a summer camp.
A flip phone
Some flip flops
I won't even know what a computer was supposed to do......
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