Remember when I told you I was starting to realize that I was lonely? Well, that really took me on a wild head trip. I mean, not only did I have this new realization to contend with, but it scrambled a lot of my thinking with regard to solo travel.
So, I haven’t got it all figured out yet, but I do know one new thing – my husband and I are moving in together. We’ve been together almost constantly for the last few weeks and it has been wonderful.
He is a big supporter of my travel plans, but how that will work is in flux right now. I’ve always been the itinerant traveler, with him catching up with me in random spots, so my new plan will probably still be some approximation of that.
All I know is that right now I just want to hang out with him.
I really feel like these giant blocks of ice are just falling off of me. It is like I have been in a frozen emotional state for the last two to three years and didn’t even know it. I mean, the evidence was there that I was withdrawing, but I had no idea how bad it had gotten until I’d started to come out of it.