It's been a bit since I've posted.
Life As We Know It took a pause and I took a trip. It was the kind of trip that turns out to be a Life As You Knew It--because things change so much in such a short time.
After 8.5 months back with my family, tending to immediate and extended family business, I'm headed home.
At mile 312 my sadness got the best of me, and I was beset by a terrible longing and great deal of regret.
I was alright again until someone texted me a picture of one of the cats, saying goodnight. That provoked a rather sudden and emotional response.
My heart hurts.
You'd think, after all this time, I'd be used to sadness. But I hate it so. No matter how often I feel it, it never gets easier.
So I'll do what I always do: run fast and far. And maybe one day I'll learn to move fast enough to leave my sorrows behind.
At least that's what I'll tell myself tonight.
