Home

As hard as it is to "be" home.... To be in "her" home and not have her there. As hard as that is....It is ten times harder to leave it.

Because of the baby, I hadn't been there since the summer. Being there again was like pulling a bandaid off my heart...

But driving away... Not knowing when I'd be there again... Knowing that as much as I would like it to be... It will probably never be my home again....

That.was.brutal.

I wish I could pick up my new home... And all the important people in it... And move it 200 miles east.