I've just come back from another few days away. I'm certainly noticing a pattern.
I find it hard to go initially, sometimes even going back into the house to say "cheerio" again. Once I've gone, I'm getting a little bit better. But oh my, on the return journey, it's awful. In the car, coming back, my mind goes a little bit and I just remember the times the two of us were in it. The memories just come flooding back. I see roads and think we drove along them. I see the hills and think we went there. I see the sea and think the same.
And when I step into the house, the tears just flow. Managing to leave is something but coming back is something else altogether!
Just another emotional rollercoaster.
WDJ
