I spent jsut a small amount of time with my family. But I miss home. I have a hollow feeling in my stomach, like hunger but sharper, that misses home and familiarity and Marty. Life is so different than it was one year ago.
I look forward to, editing and compiling this story. Walking and winter. Parties and food and Christmas songs. Cuddling under blankets and drinking tea. A few of my favourite things. Writing and dreaming and playing guitar. Working and laughing with my coworkers.
Anxiety has taken a backseat, which means other things can ride shot gun. Long term thinking. A family.