Home

I meant to take a lot more pictures. Of friends. Family. Matisse, who always happens to turn his head at the exact moment I press the button, or give me one of those pictures that looks like he hasn't slept in days or that i've been sneaking drugs in with his puppy chow.

I head back to Florida on Thursday with only 2 new pictures on my camera. Both of them of Matisse fast asleep on the bed. So much for exciting. So much for human subjects. So much for having proof of the gazillion memories i've accumulated in the 2 weeks i've been home. It's gone too fast.

I've learned that bad always comes with good. That's why i've spent approximately $800 in 2 weeks fixing the Subaru to drive across town or the 2000 miles to Orlando.

I've slept with Matisse and without him and discovered that I slept better with him. Even if he is a bed hog. There is something about the comfort of a warm body next to you. Even if it does have 4 legs.

I've gone from a sunny paradise to an icy tundra. I still prefer the tundra. Good weather gets boring.

I've spent time with friends over coffee and wine. I've been hosted and a hostess. And nothing beats the feeling of coming home to people who will rearrange their day to share a beverage with me.

I've spent more time alone than with others. The best part of being home is spending time in it.

I head back to Florida with a full of car and a hurting heart. It's always hard leaving and I fear that driving away and seeing it diminish in my rearview mirror will somehow make it more difficult. It's easier to fly away from it all. It's gone in minutes.

I don't know when i'll be back. I'm employed now. On someone else's schedule. And that is bitter pill to swallow. But that's reality.
Life.
And life in Florida with N is far better than life here in Michigan without him.

Back To The Life I Left Behind

I've been gone awhile now. I haven't died. Or even forgotten my obligation to this.

I'm just home.

Enjoying life in the snow with my four legged friend.

More later.