Re entry
Coming home has certainly been a double edged sword.
In Indiana I got out of the car in what must be the skankiest rest stop in the lower 48, only to be hit with a wall of humidity.
The closer I got to home, the worse my neck hurt. The worse my headaches got.
Is it the humidity, the storms, the crazy barometric pressure rollercoaster that is the East Coast?
Is it the mountain of unopened mail? Is it rooms to clean, a garden to weed, birthdays to plan, TV to watch, life to face?
Maybe it’s coming home to face being on Disability and it’s depressing implications. If I stay on road forever…
Is it all all of it? None of it?
I am happy to see my pals, though. And I do love the way my little living room looks all strewn with pink streamers and bedecked with a Barbie cake.
Project 2011/12: get a handle, if possible, on how to live my life without being miserable and in pain every second.
