Sometimes I feel like I have died.
And no, this isn’t as the after-school tropical storm hits, I’m just WISHING I was dead then.
As I read about kids starting school, or ward BBQ’s or exciting events in my friends lives.
I feel like I’m dead, or they’re dead.
And while I think I fooled myself into thinking that things wouldn’t be all that different with me gone, it, in fact is. I feel my heart fall to my diaphragm when I see photos of the first day at our old school.
I just had so many ties there. So many relationships I’d worked hard to build because I thought they were going to last, and last, and last. And while they’re lasting, it’s still hard.
I know you all think I don’t miss you at all, but I do. I miss each and every one of you SO much.
And let’s not even talk about your weather. I could make out with your weather right now.
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