I should have suspected when I came back to the "Real World" there would be some waves-but for some reason I was hit unaware. Thankfully, my friend Sheila meeting me at the airport and having another couple of days of "Surreal World" put off the inevitable. I have had a 10 day dose of Ruston-via the mountains of Colorado and the ballgame with Sheila. Such a sweet reunion of what I had been missing and was homesick for--I had been here just long enough to begin to settle into a routine here in the Big City---a lonesome routine at times, but nevertheless a routine. Now I have been reminded of how wonderful my sweet friends are and how much I miss their day to day presence in my life.
I sat by a "Cowboy" on the plane ride from Denver to DFW and we had a short conversation before landing (I was trying to nap--little on the exhausted side). He has moved several times and asked me had I made any friends yet. I confessed only a couple. He quickly told me to begin volunteering. I answered that I volunteered a lot in my hometown, but with a busy summer schedule and many out of pocket during the summer had not had the opportunity to throw myself into the act of serving others. That will come soon--but for now I have to finish out the summer until things get cranked back up.
So I am allowing myself a couple of days of waves. I am sure some of this comes from being tired and needing to rest, but it also comes from being homesick. I am driving to Austin with #3 grand in tow to pick up #1 & #2 for a few days visit with Lulu on Sunday. That will help get me over this storm of grief. After their visit next week, I am going to go to work on editing my book---already have some changes formulated in my head. I have also been contacted about training to become a mentor at the church I am attending. So my busyness will help--but for now I am treading water and trying to keep my head above the waves.