I’ve been home for about 30 minutes now and all I’ve accomplished is to unpack half my things and cry. I didn’t realize while I was down in Georgia how much my home in Maine has become… not my home. Yeah, I love Maine…. but it’s not the place for me at this point in time. I already feel trapped, just like I did before Jeff came home.
Home isn’t here anymore… so please, just please let this month go by quickly so I can continue forward with my life.