Living Life in Two Cities

For the first time in 3 1/2 months, I got to go home to Q where my house, work and family live. I used to live there . . . eons ago. I had exactly 5 days to reconnect, re-establish and re-root, before I had to head back to the big city where my son is recovering from his liver transplant etal. (a different story there).

Now that I am back "home" in the big city and my 5 days of being "back" are over - well, I believe the word "confusion" is closest to what I am feeling right now. I ran myself ragged every day trying to squeeze in all the exciting things and all my fabulous family and friends into "meaningful" visits. I tried to catch naps between coffee times and meals, but my cell never stopped ringing. How can such a great time be so annoying? I am used to being exhausted after trying to do too much but this has made me almost angry. Upset isn't even close to how I am feeling.

Guess my private journalling will have to go through a new phase of morning pages to reveal what is really going on in my head.

Leaving was easy - and hard.