The journey to get here was not short. It was not the 8 hours by car, or the 7 hour trip to get to my half-way-5-day stop over. It has been 11 years of saying, I DO love this place. It has been 3 years of half hearted promises of moving west. It has been 2 months of making the changes to get me here.
I never really freaked out. I complained about leaving yes, but solid heart stopping freak out, no. Not until this morning. The whole drive was a test of all the deep breathing I practiced in yoga classes. Half the songs on my iPod I had to skip, the loss of what they represented was still too near. And then... I arrived. Nothing as I expected and yet I think all for the better.
Welcome home.
I never really freaked out. I complained about leaving yes, but solid heart stopping freak out, no. Not until this morning. The whole drive was a test of all the deep breathing I practiced in yoga classes. Half the songs on my iPod I had to skip, the loss of what they represented was still too near. And then... I arrived. Nothing as I expected and yet I think all for the better.
Welcome home.
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