Home, sweet, home.

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”


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