Everyone

I've been a woman of fewer words lately, I know, but I have been reading here and care about all.

I'm just going through the motions lately. I'm waiting for next Friday when we will know about my husband's job. I wish it was tomorrow. I hate the waiting. I asked hubby what he prefers, and he said he'd rather be laid off than retained. I understand. I understand the desire for release. Maybe that really would be for the best. Sometimes major changes must happen as a result of a sudden blowout, as if an over inflated tire, than a long agonizing wait or years of perpetual procrastination.

When home ceases to feel like home anymore, one must move elsewhere. And yet there is something I feel I'm trying to clutch onto, but I can't identify what. I think it is something that will slip through my fingers because it is not much more than air itself. Nothing to hold onto here, but I do have my husband's hand and he has mine. Maybe sailing across the sea we'll go and we'll land in a new realm, that envelopes us softly, like a blanket, held in the warm arms of a new mother.