I broke down into tears this morning. As we drove by all the school children on their way through the grey morning, an old feeling resurfaced: I just want to go home.
And thanks to redundancy, I'm not entirely sure we're going to make it to our new house. If we don't, it won't be my fault, but I feel like I'd collapse into despair: shame that I'd let down my wife and my self. I can't take many more weeks of this Unsettling Adventure; the thought of months and months living out of a suitcase with no income, is terrifying.
I'm okay. I just need a day to cry it out, I think. I really have to stay positive and try to find opportunity to be kind to people. Sammy says home is wherever we are together, and she's right, but I think it's also where you make others feel at home too. That being said, I'd still like somewhere to put my feet up.
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