“How do you pick up the threads of an old life? How do you go on, when in your heart you begin to understand there is no going back?”
Chris says it’s like going to stay with your parents. It’s home, but it’s not YOUR home. Not anymore. I can’t describe it any better than that. We feel like visitors here.
A friend says “start anew… it’s all different”
But it’s not different. It’s all the same.
It’s me that’s different.
Maybe that’s the point. Maybe things don’t change. Maybe it’s always just you.
Maybe that’s ok.
You can take yourself with you, wherever you go, wherever is home.
