Yes, indeedy, I have thrown my dart. Actually did it about 3-4 weeks ago. I have said that I sometimes want to put a map on the wall, throw a dart, and then that is where I am going to. Well, I threw my dart and it was very interesting where it landed. And, as I started researching the area it is very interesting. It is in an area where jobs that I am qualified for are actually not that scarce. When I was talking to Dumbass about it he asked me if I really thought I could leave where I am. When I told him yes, I really did, he responded with "but that is home". My response to that was, "home is where you make it". This is something that I have considered for a little over a year. Just picking up, going somewhere, and beginning again. I have talked with my daughter, my baby brother, and Dumbass about this. My reasoning is fairly simple. I loved being married to Bobby and we had a good strong marriage. I have told all three of these people that please don't misunderstand what I am getting ready to say but the reality is as long as I stay where I am now, I will always be 'Bobby's wife'. Not that I mean that was a bad thing and God only knows I wish I still were. But, he is not here and he ain't coming back. In many ways I still am a wife, I just don't have a husband. Remember, how I have said grief is a journey that is different for everybody? And that there is no right or wrong way to deal with it? I am feeling more and more for me to truly move on I need to do it somewhere where I can have my own identity. Relating very much to Raschal Flatts song, "I'm Movin' On".
To be continued I promise!
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