I am still having moments of heart ache thinking of what I've left behind in Cary. Mostly, it's my daughters and my routines. Living without my daily routines has been so difficult. Running with friends, meeting for a beer on Monday nOg nights, long runs on Saturday, family dinners, Buddy snuggling on my lap, shopping with Tammy, visiting Sherri at the beach. But living apart from Mark for 15 months has been difficult, too. So I am happy to be reunited. We are on our second honeymoon and this is good. We've been enjoying the view of the canal from all the windows in our new home. We take walks along the canal holding hands like young newly weds. Dinner out at the many canal restaurants. You can't beat our view of the canal, we have coffee in the mornings and beer in the evenings right on our porch. We say hello to those who walk, run, bike, or paddle along the canal.
Yes, I'm retired, but it hasn't really sunk in. I still have so many boxes to unpack. But one box at a time and I'll get through this.