Kid, you’ll move mountains!
So…be your name Buxbaum or Bixby or Bray or Mordecai Ale Van Allen O’Shea, you’re off to Great Places!
Today is your day!
Your mountain is waiting.
So…get on your way!
What I know about heading home:
I am always glad to get home. From the basic 'running around my own room naked' to being able to really sleep at night, I always like to come home.
It ranges from a deep longing to a mild anxious feeling when I travel, I worry about the house and the pets on some level, and I have a deep need for personal space and to be in the quiet that is...home.
Being gone without Matt is never easy, but I usually have the kids with me. It was so hard to leave them all, even though I knew they'd be fine and I'd be fine, part of me wanted a big dramatic 'Don't goooooooo' as I left. That's my ego talking, I don't really want them to be sad without me, though...I can't deny hoping the week has shown them how much I do and how much they still need me. Or maybe it's my eyes that will be opened, they will have devised a new plan and taken care of things on their own and I was never so much a mastermind as a cog in the machine, and one that could be bypassed at that. I don't know which would be worse, being needed so much, or being needed not at all
From the time we left the apartment in San Diego until we got to Heather's the last night.