Its been a while.
Tempus fugit etc.
I'm wondering what I'm doing back here. I'm also wondering why I stopped coming here in the first place.
Thats a lot of wondering. Or wandering even.
A lot has happened in the year that I've been wondering or wandering.
Two of the offspring have gone to the other side of the world to spread their wings and not a backward glance between them. There is a tiny voice inside of me that screams "don't go so far away" but it disappears into the air.
The last of the offspring, in his final year, watching his siblings fly, is champing at the bit to test his own wings.
I didn't ever think when I was in the throes of rearing children that they would eventually grow up and want to fly so very far away.
How blind was I?
The house is rattlingly empty.
I miss them.
I want to leap to the other side of Xmas so I don't feel anything remotely resembling loneliness.
What right have I to feel this way when I have two of the offspring coming?
None.
But I still feel like jumping.
