I wonder if I'll ever get used to calling cookies "biscuits". Or french fries "chips". Or undies "knickers". I wonder if I'll ever stop wincing when I go to turn right because I think I'm cutting someone off behind me! I wonder if I'll ever stop longing for just one more day at Second Beach with my friend. I wonder if I'll ever stop missing spur of the moment activities with that same friend... I KNOW I'll never stop missing my favorite breakfast spot and all the good times I've had in there. It was in that spot, over breakfast, I saw the man who would become my husband, over ten years ago. It was in that breakfast spot I found out our house had been sold, gulp! That seems so long ago now. I wish there was such a thing over here as an affordable cell phone plan so I could actually use the phone I have to make the occasional phone call. I wonder if there will be family friends we make over here where we'll go for sleep overs. I miss sleep overs in Richmond and Tiverton. I want just one more night on the town in my town. I wonder if I'll ever stop watching Desperate Housewives reruns just to hear their accents... I've got to stop getting annoyed when someone passes me on the right on the motorway (it's not a highway anymore) because it's actually okay; that's the high speed lane now!
Be very, very glad your house is insulated. These aren't and they are COLD!
I've made great strides, I know I have and I remind myself of that and the fact that we've only been here just over two months. There are certain things about home and best friends I can't even think about because it's too painful. I still get a lump in my throat when someone asks me how I'm doing. Wonder when that will stop.
The thing is, I'm kinda glad I'm having these struggles because it's keeping it all real. And that's me -- keepin' it real! Really really real. Sometimes heartwrenchingly real.
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