I went to a ball game yesterday with some incredible friends, hung out with a fabulous Russian friend at VFW, then found my way home. Great memories, many stories to be written, pictures already on facebook.
Woke this morning, soon heading to see my dear friend who probably won't be here when I next touch down (although I pray he will be) and realized I'm grieving my lost love and not living my life. I've been posting pictures of me having fun, rather than having fun.
And I am grieving. I thought he was my future, and was willing to become a tame(-ish) Kiwicat to be beside him.
It is what it is.
I love him, I wish him all the happiness, success and joy the world can offer, but it's time for me to continue to find my happiness, success and joy.
Maybe, like Alice (an in-joke for a very small circle of friends), I'll find another Eddy . . .