It all started around 2 years ago.
I put Zach on a plane Easter weekend for AZ, forever changed.
Now I'm back in Washington state, not too far from my sweet old home on Reiner Road, and the adventure continues. Next month I leave for grand Paris, our lease is up the 15th of June and we still have no house, still have no idea where Zach will be working.. really no idea of anything.
It's like the longest limbo you could ever imagine.
I feel like that boy, except I'm just a little over half way down the hill..gaining speed.. I see the end.. it's coming faster than I want it to.
I just can't decide.. will it be a relief to hit the water and slowly float up to the surface?
Or will the sting from the impact stun me so bad I sink to the bottom?