Home Again, Home Again...Jiggity Jig
We came home to Spring. Flowers are now popping up all over, and there's still some sunlight in the sky when I come home on the 5:30 ferry. This is good news of a very high order. This gives me an emotional lift.
Of course, another emotional lift comes from just being home. I spent more of February away from home than at home. In surprising ways, I think it's been good for me. I remember feeling kind of this way after we returned from Hawaii last year--a renewal, a hope, a peace of mind--but there's something different to it, too. I'm really considering the possibilities of working with Wendy, maybe taking six months off from the job.
Also, the Barbados trip keeps getting better in my head after it's over. I was a little bored there, it's true--I felt locked in to being there so I could maximize my Wendy time, and I felt a little robbed when she came home so beat that we couldn't even go to dinner. It was a nice reversal, I think. I know she experienced what I've been going through, and I think I understand the toll that my overworking puts on her.
I was so afraid and depressed before we went, and have been for some time. I have built a hermit existence for myself. It was surprisingly easy to just let go of my fears when I was in Barbados--most of which had to do with logistical stuff like losing our luggage or getting trapped in an airport.
Of course, another emotional lift comes from just being home. I spent more of February away from home than at home. In surprising ways, I think it's been good for me. I remember feeling kind of this way after we returned from Hawaii last year--a renewal, a hope, a peace of mind--but there's something different to it, too. I'm really considering the possibilities of working with Wendy, maybe taking six months off from the job.
Also, the Barbados trip keeps getting better in my head after it's over. I was a little bored there, it's true--I felt locked in to being there so I could maximize my Wendy time, and I felt a little robbed when she came home so beat that we couldn't even go to dinner. It was a nice reversal, I think. I know she experienced what I've been going through, and I think I understand the toll that my overworking puts on her.
I was so afraid and depressed before we went, and have been for some time. I have built a hermit existence for myself. It was surprisingly easy to just let go of my fears when I was in Barbados--most of which had to do with logistical stuff like losing our luggage or getting trapped in an airport.
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