out of town

I just returned home from a lovely trip to Malibu with some of my college girlfriends. It was so nice to get away. The landscape there is gorgeous and of course, we spent our time talking, eating, and looking for celebrities in an inconspicuous way. But the one thing that washed over me while I was away was how much I missed Davy and the kids. That has never happened before. I know that sounds weird, but I think I have some strange coping mechanism to deal with that uncomfortable longing that comes from being away from those who know you best. I always submerge myself in the moment, adopt the place as my own, and basically shut myself off from what I am really rooted to. I’m not sure why I do it, but I do, and usually it is a strange and thrilling experience. Pretending you are living a life that is not even yours is not always the healthiest thing… but in my case it is often how I cope with separation from those I love. But for whatever reason, this time I had enough time and sense to actually allow myself to miss my family. There were nights when I actually laid awake and missed them, a gesture I never allow myself to do. And you know, I didn’t buckle under the weight of missing them. (I have in the past and that is a whole different story. Seriously.) I missed them, but I awoke on Monday, packed my bag, and returned home happily to the things that are my home.

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