You get bitter. You can’t avoid it. It’s part of the grief. You honestly begin to believe if you keep clawing and clawing, you’ll get there…..THERE. That destination you’ve been raised to believe is yours if you work hard enough – If you’re good enough – you’ll get there. That wine-cooler commercial where everyone is tan and lean and beautiful and smiling – everyone is smiling.
There is here. This is what I have. I’ve missed so much by living anywhere but here. Here is okay. Here is where I am. Here will do for now.