One Week Later

It's exactly one week today since my father and I started heading out to California. That was a bad day. I almost think that if I made it through that day I can make it through anything. I remember sitting in Cedar City, Utah wondering how I was possibly going to make it through all this. Well, one week later I am hanging in there. Each day gets a tad bit easier. I still have my moments of sadness and I know this is normal, but I know it will get easier. I was talking to one of my best friends yesterday and she said to me, "I'd be really surprise if you came back to Colorado ever again." I replied with, "Really? You do not think I will ever come back?" She said, "To visit of course but you are just now starting your life. I am so proud of you." I think that at that moment I needed to hear that. Instead of focusing on the possibility of me moving back to Colorado, I need to focus on the fact that I have an amazing journey ahead of me. Maybe it's not about having someone tell you that they miss you everyday because in the end you know they do. Maybe it's about someone asking you to tell them about all the cool things you have seen and for them to let you know how happy they are for you. I mean, don't get me wrong, there are those few people I will talk to on a regular basis and will always tell them I miss them. But that doesn't need to be the focus of our conversation. Plus, my truly good friends are going to be with me always and I think I am just now realizing that. We may not be near each other in distance, but having each other in our hearts is comforting and reassuring. Yes, everyday I wish I could hug those I love so very much. I am an extremely affectionate person and hugs to me are the best thing in the world. But it's only going to make the next time I see these people twice as good.