Micki's Musings

I still mourn every so often for the life I thought I'd have. The life I ought to have. I know it's dangerous to think that way, and I don't let myself occupy that space for too long, but it creeps up sometimes and I allow it a moment. It's a valid, real thing, to be sad I couldn't keep what I wanted so badly. Tonight, I dropped my son off to be with a friend in the neighborhood we used to live in. It's not far from where we live now, and being there doesn't usually bother me. But tonight, families were strolling down the sidewalks, neighbors were chatting on front lawns, the sun was setting on a beautiful summer night, and I remembered when that used to be us. The place we live now is also beautiful and peaceful and full of neighbors to chat with, but there's something special about that old place that can't be replicated or replaced. It was supposed to be home forever. Now it's gone. It helps a bit to remember that it was mostly all pr