Coming home to a haunted city

I've been gone for ten days, a combination of business and pleasure. I even took three days of real vacation while I was away, and didn't take any calls or do work-related email or social media. I saw tons of friends I love and had a total blast everywhere I went.  I got back last night to have my brother, sister-in-law and darling nephew, Ronan, meet me at the airport. I got home and had a joyful reunion with Kyrie and Rawley, and  fell asleep in my own bed.

I forgot about the re-entry thing.

It hit me when I was driving to the dog park this morning, and I passed the street to my old house, where I lived with my mom. I felt my stomach clench.

I felt it again at the market where she and I used to shop. And it's haunting me now, how much I miss her. How many things I see and do every day remind me of her.

I think I need to get out of this town.

Comments

[Cate]

Christie, it is really, really hard the first couple of years. My mother is frequently on my mind even after ten years. These days it is more like having her company. It is about as close as I get to believing in any kind of after life. Anyway, what I am trying to say is - cherish those memories.