Still...

Every once in a while, like a smack in the face, I find myself once again incredibly lonely. Walking around the house doing nothing but crying lonely. And resenting the move which forced separation from my best friends and all the comforts of living in a town that was about as familiar to me as the back of my hand.

Here I sit in a room set up so much like the front room in our old house it's amazing with a cat on my lap and everything but I can't call anyone because you're all sound asleep and, even if you were awake, what good would it do? It's not like you can come over. And it's Theo on my lap, not Mabel. (We love Theo but he's not Mabel).

A heart divided. Guess I better get used to it. I keep trying. I do.