Then I put the pieces together - I'm laying on the floor of the loungeroom, all excited waiting for my first glimpse of the lad, ready to greet him all cheery-like - Yes, I'm his fucking dog!
He's off at work now. I've tried on his underwear, one of each of his socks, and now I'm doing the weird juggle between making sure I rest, and having so much to write about.
I wasn't able to write much on the actual trip - a mixture of limited mental and physical stamina, plus not much time to write. Want to do two trip posts. One a run down of some of the nifty stuff what I did, the other all about the weird emotional/psychological journey. I'm breaking them up so those who really don't like reading about my serious self-examinations, sex life, insecurities, and me crying lots, don't have to.
Also wanting to do another Gifts-style post, talking deeply about some of the recent good and bad things that have happened in my life. There's been some beautiful stuff on this trip, but also some things (mostly well pre-trip) that have left scars over the last year or so that I haven't mentioned.
I'm still pretty broken all up. Have tried to figure whether I had a bit of a breakdown while in Melbourne... or whether 'bit of a breakdown' is possible, like being slightly pregnant. Certainly I can't remember a time in my life when I've been this much of a mess - it really is very interesting. And it's given me some interesting opportunities from an emotional growth point-of-view that I may never have had otherwise. Even with all the tears, neediness, general falling-apart-ness, I keep finding things interesting, positive, lovely or all three.
It's certainly pushed me well outside my comfort zones, which I always think is a good thing. Always been all too happy to give help, but not take it because I didn't want to be a nuisance. Now I'm actively asking! Go me!
Anyway, I'm rambling because I'm tired. You can tell I'm tired, I've added a bunch of books to Facebook.