It's quiet and I'm completely relaxed. No work, no city, no commute, no noise...peace. I surprised my Mom this morning by taking a little vacation home to Salt Lake. Dad helped me plan and picked me up from the airport. I slept in the basement on the sofa completely unbeknownst to my sweet mom sleeping upstairs. She figured it out pretty quickly this morning when she saw the not-so-hidden suitcase in my sister’s room. She bounded downstairs saying, “Where is she! Where’s my daughter!” It was a very happy moment and I was so glad to be there.
Sleeping alone downstairs was a little difficult for me. I had a flood of memories and was so overwhelmed the tears just started streaming. Although I felt safe and comfortable, I still felt a little out of place, like I really didn’t belong there anymore. And then I felt like I really didn’t belong anywhere. I hope to find some clarity this week and stable ground for my life as I keep moving forward.
I’ll write about all of my adventures tomorrow. Tonight I’m exhausted and I can’t seem to organize my thoughts.
The crickets are singing me a lullaby and it's the first time in weeks I've felt like going to sleep before 3:00. Is this home?
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