It has been a long month with intentions of writing with little time to actually sit down to type. In fact, I'm ready to go to bed and thought I want to squeeze a few moments to type some thoughts of the past couple weeks.
We are home. It feels really good to be home. I didn't realize that I would ever get homesick, but I've never been away for more than 4 weeks before. I almost cried when we drove into the city. Of course, I also thought, "Where did all this snow come from? It's March!" Life on the prairies, I guess.
I've also been sick since we've been home. I've lost my voice and am tired. I'm supposed to be going into work tomorrow. If I hadn't been away for the last five weeks, I may have called in sick. As it is, I'd feel bad calling in sick on my first day back. Although if I'm encouraged to go home, I may take them up on the offer -- especially if I can't talk.
Our place is a disaster right now. At one point Bruce said, "Boy, our place looks like your mothers!" If you had seen my mom's place, you'd know exactly what he meant. Standing room only.
On the way back home we had a chance to see my mom's birth mom and an aunt and uncle that I never get to see anymore. I realized that it would be nice to try to take time in the summer and tent from here through to BC so that we could spend time visiting with family without it revolving around a death. I don't think it'll be happening for quite a while, though. I've been to BC three times in the last year which is way more than our budget was planning for (considering we didn't even have one trip planned).
I'm also still waiting to grieve about my mom. There have been occasional moments, but no real release. It's like I'm too tired, or there's still too much to do, or something. Oh well. It'll happen when it happens.
I don't know what I need, but I'm really wishing we had a bigger house. That or that I didn't feel compelled to bring so much of this stuff home. Why do we collect so much stuff?
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