The Waiting is the Hardest Part
A year. It's been a year. I'm sitting here at my laptop, the quiet of the day settled around me. My husband is asleep upstairs. My big, fat, orange cat is laying on the window perch, stretched out with his speckled belly sunning. It is silent save for the occasional sound of life from one of the neighboring apartments. Life is good. Funny how happiness sort of comes along out of nowhere. In the airport, it sidles up and puts its arm around your waist and settles there. You didn't notice because it's been right there, so close, for so long,that you just sink into it without much thought. You're far too busy to be actively looking for it, and then you have a moment, and you realize, it's here. It's not that ecstatic joy of finding it after an absence, or the stomach-dropping giddy glee of roller coasters and first sights. It's much quieter, much more elusive. Don't let it fool you though. That ease of moment, that soothed soul space – that's it...