If I click my heels three times, will I be home?

It’s been a long week. The good times are currently overshadowed by the bad times. I just want to be home. I want my Bear’s arms around me, I want my puppy to climb on me and knock me down and lick my face half off. I want to be where there’s no drama, where my friends love me because of who I am, not in spite of who I am.

I’m exhausted. I broke the carafe to my little coffee pot tonight so I can’t make coffee in my room in the morning. I was given orders to get a shower, go get coffee and bring it back to my room, and get functional before getting on the road. I don’t want to, I just want to go home. But the Bear will worry, so I will do as he asks.

There are hurts to heal – pain that I’m still processing – grieving to do, for a sister who will not again be part of my life. I hope she understands what she’s lost.

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12 Responses to If I click my heels three times, will I be home?

  1. Bitey Dog says:

    Sending hugs to help you get through the next day. Take a nice walk in the woods with your true family and your puppy. That will help to push those wounds completely out of your mind.

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  2. Sheree says:

    Always worth a try

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  3. Don’t forget to gird your loins.

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  4. I’m sorry about the drama. Sometimes we just have to do what we have to do.
    I hope being home will bring healing and comfort.

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  5. LDSVenus says:

    no one can say you didn’t try, this one is on her not you. Glad you can go home and feel some peace with the people who love you unconditionally.

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  6. ReginaMary says:

    Oh, boy. I am so sorry for the hurt you are experiencing. I can’t imagine how you must be feeling.

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