I hate to be that person, but here I am. Ever since the program ended, I’ve been at home. I worried about being home, and now that I’m home, I still worry. Though I can’t tell for sure if it’s worry that I feel or something else, like aching anticipation. The weeks culminated in a lot of tears and a weekend by the ocean. There are a few things that I find true. One of them is this quote, apparently of Swedish origin.
“Shared joy is a double joy. Shared sorrow is half sorrow”