a special visitor is coming next week. i am excited to see her.
another friend of mine (i miss her, all the time) is coming to see me. and i am excited. it doesn’t feel like it’s been that long. but, really, it has. i’ve missed her.
i’m planning adventures. thinking of the best things we can do together. i want her to see where i live, what i do, without her. in my other life.
i used to think, when i left, life in that place just stopped. it couldn’t possibly continue without me. but it does, and it did, and i had to deal with that. i used to feel the two places combine – they became one in the same. i would return home, only to feel i had never left. it was the same. just the people changed. my life continued, along a constant thread. theirs didn’t, not until i came back.
but it did.
and now, as those lives merge again, i feel like a child. preparing this life for the arrival of a friend from the other. that other life i left behind…one that couldn’t possibly continue without me. but, it has.