So I hitch hiked it over to my dad's house (also my childhood home) for the weekend, and I must say, It's been quite the healing experience. I haven't stayed here for years, but certain situations have prompted me to come here. Divine timing, I suppose. The universe tends to show a lot of that to me.
I stayed in the room I had since I was seven years old, and I thought it would be an overly emotional experience, but, in truth, it wasn't. It was just like staying in any other room. Sure, I reminisced about my childhood and my life a little, but I tend to do that everywhere I go.
So...I guess you can say I've healed, and that, in itself, is a major achievement.
Earlier this morning I went to a local diner to have some breakfast alone and that was also quite a calm and satisfying experience. I sort of felt bad for not inviting my dad to come with, but I needed some time alone. This past week has been extremely overwhelming.
In other news, this small town has gotten quite industrious since I've last lived here. I went to a Wawa late last night to reward myself for getting all my work done, and I was grateful to have access to a food place past 9pm! Anyone who lives in a small town knows how this is practically unheard of.
My dad is doing dad things outside while I sit in the house and write. All is well and peaceful. Young Hiraeth would be astonished.
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