I don’t know where I belong. There, I’ve said it. It’s here in black and white and yellow and green polka dots.
Right now I am staying in Atlanta, to be with my Grand kids who moved down here this summer. After selling our home on Lake Allegan, being in Kalamazoo didn’t feel like the place to be right now. The weather is a damn site better (one of my Dad’s sayings). Since being down here, I have seen the kids and spent more time with them than the last couple of years when I was living only 30 miles from them. That’s the upside.
My life and everything I identify with has been turned upside down. I am lost. My precious Sam is gone and he is not coming back. What the hell do I do now? I am feeling my way through the darkness. It is going to take time and the things I do will puzzle some. Truthfully, I have not given myself the time I need.
Right now I can’t say this is a permanent move. It probably won’t be, but I will enjoy the time here with the kids who will help me heal.
The reality is that I now have a new normal which I have yet to recognize, let alone adjust to.
3 thoughts on “Searching For Normal”
Good and brutally honest but with a sense of humor, just like you. Go Girl.
Brutally honest and with a sense of humor, just like you. Go Girl
Theresa, I know those feelings all too well !