I did have a good visit to Alabama, but this was the very first time that I felt like JUST a visitor. It was kind of weird. I noticed things that usually don't really bother me, and I felt like I didn't belong. I enjoyed my folks, but had agonized over where I might stay because I knew nowhere was going to feel... like home.
I'm giving my Mom some props here... she didn't start the "why don't you move back here" stuff that drives me up a wall, so I could talk to her. My Dad was acting super parental and asking me tons of questions which was GREAT. It was like hey, you can make your own decisions but I care and want you to know I'm here.
I went to "mend" some fences with someone from my past. It was the bf I had before I had my Allen. That relationship did not end on the best of notes and long story short, he had been trying to bring some decent closure to that for years with me just wanting to never deal with it (because Allen wouldn't have it of course). So I popped by on the off chance that he would be there, met his wife and daughter and we had a great talk.
I felt better than I have in a long time.
Also I think that it helped move the new me to a new level.
Actually I feel like this whole trip to Bama was to show me that I have transformed into the different person... that I may still be morphing but I am so far from where I was.
It was weird and special and incredible all at the same time.
Thanks Universe.
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