It is time for me to head home to Portland. To leave the bay behind. To go back to being a mother, a wife. The leave the child me behind. I miss it hear. How easy it felt. The beauty of the bay. My family.
Life has been hard since I left. Who knows, maybe it would have been hard if I had stayed too, but I don't. Don't get me wrong, life is good. I love my life, but I miss my old life too. I can make life in the bay anything I want in my mind. It is perfect here because it is not real. But missing my family when I am in Portland is real.
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