Awkward

What a great word! I think of some clumsy bird hopping along the ground making a God-awful noise in an attempt to take to the air. (An albatross?)


Awkward describes how I have felt over the last 24 hours. After spending the past five days on Cooper Street, today is the day I will head back to South Haven. It is needful that I go. Part of me wants to go. The rest of me is torn to ribbons over the prospect.


The week went extremely well. There was laughter. We took walks. There was a sense of ease. Stresses were discussed. And last night I slept through the night for the first time in a month.

It is almost time to move back home.