Not the happiest day of the week... But, I'll manage.
I knew this day would arrive. It's no surprise. I just didn't want it to happen.
I miss Mason, of course. I'm shocked I didn't bawl like a bubble-blowin' baby yet. It'll sink in soon; the pain of falling asleep without a strong arm holding me... Little things like that... Even caressing Mason's face while cuddling him I'll miss.
It's interesting how I wasn't homesick at all while visiting San Diego. The weather was sunny and warm, I got to hang out with Mason each day... It was pure joy.
It felt like, when I was in San D., I was an outside flower blooming on my own terms, letting my roots grow freely. But when I came home, I felt like someone dug me up, placed me in a pot, and encased me inside. I felt cooped up once stepping inside my house. I felt like I couldn't allow my roots to grow freely anymore.
Today, around five, the grandparents had a BBQ. The folks and I joined them. I brought my computer to chat with Mason. It was a nice BBQ. It was nice to come home to more gorgeous weather.
Hopefully we'll have more days like today! Sunshine. Cool breezes. Blue, clear skies.
Hey! On a funny note, anybody use the term "Sassafras?" I use it to describe a person who has a lot of sass. Well, crazy enough, there's a street in San Diego called Sassafras. I couldn't stop laughing when I saw it on my mom's GPS. I took a screenshot of it and sent it to Mason. He thought it was just as hilarious. Here's the proof!:
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