I woke up on the living room floor in a house that is 98% empty. The last time I slept on the floor was when we found out about Charlotte’s broken little heart --lying there now I can almost feel the same fear that I felt back then.
I looked out the window and there was such a heavy fog that I could barely see past the end of our porch. GLOOMY.
I walked into work, angry about the very fine mist that was falling from a sky full of gray clouds. Anyone who knows me can vouch to the fact that my hair + any amount of moisture/humidity =
Today is the 31st, and like I have said before, this is always a BLAH day. I’m sad most every day, but the 31st makes my heart ache more than usual. That annoying little box on my calendar marked August 31, 2011, just serves as a painful reminder that it’s been another month since I have snuggled my Bear. Three months down and a lifetime of 31st to go.
So let’s see…
1) Floor sleeping
2) Gloomy fog
3) Roseanne Roseannadanna-esque hair
4) Missing my little lady
What else could we throw into the mix?
Tonight will be the last night that Matt, Maybe, Stella and I spend at 908 North Danielle Drive. The closets and cupboards are empty, the furniture is all packed up and ready for a move across town to our new/temporary rental house. I knew it would be hard, but I think that I underestimated my emotional attachment to this place.
Deep breath….It’s just a house. It’s just a house. It’s just a house.
Someday we’ll have a home again.