It feels entirely too bizarre to be heading off to work this morning.
As if nothing has changed.
As if I never left.
I do have to make a quick stop at a specialty pharmacy after a completely idiotic move last night (details to come), but other than that – life is about to return to normal.
And I am both welcoming of that, and a little on edge.
I want to get back to my life, but…
I don’t want everything to be the same. I don’t want it to be the same ever again. I want it to all be changed.
For the best. For the life inside of me.
I feel like this next two weeks I’m going to be in Limbo a bit; unsure of the turn my life is about to take but knowing it is going to take that turn.
One way or another, everything is about to change.
I am either going to embark on the path to single motherhood, or I am going to have to deal with a failure I’m not sure I’m equipped for.
Either way, everything is going to be different.
And it’s possible this next two weeks are the last two weeks I have to return to “normal”.
Before “normal” becomes something entirely different.
It’s good to be home.