So, I'm alone again and for the first time in quite a while, I feel at peace, but in a haunting, hollow kind of isolation. My family came down to visit for a couple of weeks, and for the allotted time, everything was more than tolerable, it was festive.
I'm not certain if this pale sadness arises from their departure or my future departure. There will be time for adjustment, but it's so real, not an imaginative time frame anymore as everyone is leaving home in the coming weeks. It's strange to grow up and feel your bones expand; it's gaining perspective, but will there be a loss, also? Can you feel whole at home when you return?
I have been sick for a few days and it never ceases to amaze me the capacity of work our bodies undergo to survive-structures so complex and intelligent exists in our flesh! But often, it is the body and the mind who are often at odds; one has an overflowing will to survive, while the other just collapses.
