February kicked my ass.
It was a difficult month. Mostly because my blood decided that it was not happy just doing average everyday blood things and that decision caused me to be in the hospital for two weeks. And the thing that really got to me while I was there was not being able to go home, not knowing when I would be allowed go back.
Something that’s usually taken for granted, our home. It’s always there. I mean, we live there. Where could it go?
Now I’m grateful to be back in my house, this defined space which I regularly inhabit. I have miss you so, dear home.
I have miss you so.