The sun's heat beats down upon me today on my last day home in the city.
I am doing some last visits with those I love around my giant playground
before I go north, as well as some last minute shopping.
Other than that, the bags are packed, and the apartment just needs a little
rub down for extra cleanliness before I depart at midnight.
Like an escapee from a fortress I am disappearing in the middle of the
night. Riding into the darkness to get away from the still, somewhat
inexplicable, stressful and confusing world that my work life had become (no
longer happy and exciting world I once loved and adored. Giving it all up
to go home to people who need me more right now is exciting and a little sad
because I am going to dearly miss my friends, most of all, my Bestie. I can’t help but feel a little edgy be apart from
my Best Friend, and it kind of hurts the heart.
I still know it is right, to go to those I love and be there for them; I
need it as much as them.
My Mom whom has beaten cancer twice, though the first time she almost died
on us for it was secretly killing her, and almost won by making her hemorrhage
until almost no blood was left in her. I now have to worry about her
more than I ever did before.
My Uncle who beat cancer as well and is still in remission, thank goodness.
He is a grandpa and cherishes the days he has left to be with my cousin, cousin’s
wife and their dear tiny boy.
My Aunt who battles some pain that has baffled the medical world is also not
taking any moments for granted with my cousin and his little family. Luckily for her, they think they may be
getting a lock on it and there are people who can help her; she too, is lucky
My grandparents who are nearly eighty years old and fear they do not see me
enough and I do not. Phone calls and letters
by mail are not enough for them, or me.
I gave up a lot of my time and energy to a job that for several months
forgot that we are human beings with families of our own and sometimes they are
the priority; particularly when the employers own stresses which of their own creation
and cannot seem to handle pressures as well as they could, considering the
longevity they have had in their business. My family has taken a backseat long
enough and given what they (all of us) have been through it is time I go home
and make time for them; every moment, and every life is so precious now.
The tote is packed. The backpack is
zipped. Until the night arrives, I am
taking the time to say goodbye.
The adventure starts soon.
I will keep you posted
~Ange.
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