It’s been difficult for me lately. To bee specific, it’s been a difficult week since last Friday.
The California fires have definitely ruined the air quality around me & it’s taken a toll on me physically due to my condition. It had also affected my dog, Korra, who intially had a severely swollen lymph node & fluid build up in her throat & around her chest cavity.
But now that the smoke is settling & I’ve begun to learn the routines of my new job, I get home with one thought.
I feel uneasy.. or maybe not at peace.
At night, the noises of the house seem more louder. The spaces in my room seem larger. And the emptiness in my room seems so much more profound than usual. It’s as though I’m acutely aware of the fact that my sanctuary is on the otherside of this state.
Without him here, I feel like my anxiety sits on the edge of containment. I want to be wrapped up in the walls of his arms. I want to bury my face in his shirt & shut my eyes. And I want to fall asleep in the peace & comfort of his presence.
