I spoke on the phone with a friend the other day, met her online several years ago in an author's forum. She knows what to say to lift my spirits and encourage me to believe that I can do what I have to do, that I'm a strong person. Thank you so much, Christine. I've cried to you on the phone through some rough times (On Father's Day one year, no less, and you let me!) But I'm not going to cry anymore...only happy tears now. I figure things can't get any worse, only better. And there is another lady that no matter how distant I get, she never fails to remind me that her friendship is always there. Your packages in the mail, Anna, mean so much to me. I made some amazing friendships over the last few years blogging and discussing books and just whatever was going on in our lives. I miss it. Dottie, Lea, Linda, Tracy...you guys are always in my thoughts, among many others.
A few weeks ago, I was having a bad day, and decided to go on a long road trip back home to NY for a few days. Damn, it felt good seeing the familiarity of home, visiting my mom, and my other 'mom'. But I realized that that is not my home anymore. I was on the phone with my cousin one night when that reality hit...I was driving home. Not back to my mom's apartment, but home to my house. When I realized what I had done, I felt like I got punched in the gut. It was not a pleasant feeling at all. I needed it though, to realize that what was my home for 11 years was now someone elses home. Imiss it, but I have a new place to call home now.
(Not my home anymore, but it sure felt like it the first time I drove by.)
I just wanted to post, and say Hi to you all and hope that you are enjoying the holiday season!