I'm back after two weeks in Africa and a bout of pretty nasty jet lag compounded on a cold.
I have this unsettling feeling that I'm back into my house but, honestly, I'm not sure I can say I'm back home.
You see Faye made this building home. Without Faye I really can't confidently say that this home. It's just where I live.
That will change. It has to change but it's part of this volatile journey called grieving.
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