I realize that I'm getting over the move. I still intend to go home one day, but I'm much less angry about it all. Still, this is *work*, this building a new life. I can also foresee, in my Delphic way, that when I do get to go home, I'll have to do it all, yet again. Just because it's home doesn't mean that I'll have a life waiting for me there. If I go back to the city, some things will be easy, but not many. If I settle somewhere else in the valley, all will be new. Another thing; my sons are growing up in California. Will they want to stay here when I go home? Will my need to go home be trumped by my need to be near my boys? This is all annoying and exhausting to contemplate.
It's all very irritating, even if I am feeling better. I suppose I should just pull a Scarlett and not think about it. I have enough to deal with in the here and now.
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