Hard to describe in detail the space I am currently in. There is some time ahead of me which I’m sure will be spent brooding. While it is nice to get away from work, a visit home has always filled me with a kind of fascinated dread and fear. And yet I know that at the end of it, I will return to my own life and attempt to find myself once more. I just hope I don’t lose too much of myself over the next 12-14 days. It’s so much harder when I get back.
There is some good news ahead. Nothing concrete, but something for me to chew on, something to embrace. Hope still lights the end of this tunnel.