Wherever you go… there you are.
So, I am here. In Colorado… in my livingroom to be concise. I am exhausted, stubborn, and really, REALLY Homesick. I am not quite sure as to the origins of this onset of nostalgia and impending sadness, as the A-Team is on in the background. Nevertheless, I am sad. I would cry, except that tears have fallen on several unrelated occasions today. First came when a song I have heard a lot came on the radio, but I really heard it for the first time. Second, while watching some Starz Kids & Family Fare ‘A Dog of Flanders’. As to the other occasions, I can’t recall the particulars, but I am sure they are equally sappy. Oh, yeah, the third came while watching a William Shatner produced documentary about Star Trek. This usually is some indication that the the week that is the most wonderful of the month for “The Ladies” is coming. I have some other thoughts though. I had surgery last week… and I think that I am one that wants her mommy when she is hurting. Being that my Mommy is a thousand miles away didn’t overly help that notion. To top it off, my parent’s bought a house and moved that same week. Have I seen this house? NO. Do I know where my parent’s live? not exactly. Was I able to help in any way? Not at all. As selfish as it is, them moving into a totally unknown house makes me feel left behind, when, in all actuality, I am the one who did the leaving. To be fair, this is the first time I have left so I aniticipated some sort of feelings on the subject. Today they are all converging… I saw a picture of my neice who is about 7 months old, she is getting so big. Likely, I won’t see her til she is about 1…missing all of her “Babyness”. I know that I am not the first person in God’s great Cosmos to get married to a military man, move away and feel sad about it… BUT luckily I cannot feel the emotions of anyone but myself. I did decide to indulge the sadness a little bit. If my throat wasn’t still so sore, I might have even done a little emotional eating. I will settle for this verbally expressive Catharsis.
