Daily Share 84.1 (melancholy)
Today, Mom and Evan drove back home. Nate went to the office, so for the first time in weeks, it was just myself and my daughter in a quiet house. For a bit, I felt as empty as the space, but it was good. I've been so full of anxiety and planning and rushing around. I took time to breathe out. I slept when my daughter did. We ate big full meals, and played together, and cuddled.
Somewhere in the afternoon, I realized I was full again. Love, peace, contentment. I am so happy with my daughter and my home. I adore my sibling, and I'll miss them, but having the sanctity of my home restored to me is a gift. Erica played quietly alone for a while, something she's struggled with while our home has been full.
I'm still feeling a touch of melancholy. It's been an arduous month, and I wouldn't have made it through without the support of my loved ones. I'm exhausted, so this is the exhale before I start moving forward again. I'm eager to pick up the thread of my daily life, but today I'll continue to rest and regenerate my energy.
Hopefully, more blog posts soon. A monthly update, perhaps. We'll visit a market over the weekend, and see Grandma and Zaide and uncle Ken. We'll make a good dinner and restock the fridge. Maybe I'll write something just for myself, or clean up a bit to feel more free and open.