Hey guys! I have escaped for a while. I forced myself to get out of the house. I think it was about time that I got some country air. I have been stuck in my house with no one to talk to for just over three months now. I am getting really tired of talking to myself and unfortunately my dogs can’t reply to my ramblings. (How cool would that be if they could though?)
So when my aunt invited me for a midweek getaway, I agreed to join her. It’s the first time I have left my dogs and my father since my mother passed. It’s been an emotional time. I cried for ages the first night. It just felt so wrong to be away from home. I phoned my father and then before I knew it we were both crying.
Grief is a funny thing, you never know when it might hit and when it does hit, it hits hard. My mother has been gone for three months now and I know that if I don’t start pushing myself to actually go out and do things and be with people, I’ll just live my life indoors. I will become more of a recluse than I already am. I know that my mom would have wanted me to carry on living, to do things and experience things. So here I am, sitting in the middle of nowhere, surrounded by trees and pretty birds.
I need to keep reminding myself that its good to get away, change my environment but its hard and I accept that. I have had a few breakdowns, it has been messy but I allow myself to feel the emotions.
I will be home tomorrow, back to my normal routine, so I will try to make the most of my last day here. I hope all of you are having a good week and I’ll post soon!
Until next time,