Lost and Found

I have been out of it for quite a while now. Blogging, that is. Last time I posted anything was to announce I had a car accident. I survived and made it through, obviously.

The past couple of months have been exhausting. I moved to a new apartment, handled legal matters, have cried, have laughed, lost some weight and gained it back, have run, mourned, hugged, and have also stayed still. My father died in November. My mom had a nervous breakdown. I'm getting divorced. My sister came to visit and right now, my apartment is full. Full of people, pets, and a big mess. Exactly what I needed to feel a little bit normal.

I really don't know how to properly express how I'm feeling right now. Nothing is the same. I wasn't ready to feel this unfamiliar about everything. But I guess that's what you get when you push forward. When one steps out and realizes that idleness is taking away the best one's got. To loose is to gain. And I'm hopeful that everything will settle down and will feel familiar again.

My mom is lying next to me, reading. She's much better now, and has been enjoying the pleasure of not having to think or do anything for the past week. We are both in a turbulent moment, adjusting to our own separate realities. I love her to death. And I know she loves me the same way too.