Jun
Holy Hell! I may be emerging from my funk. It’s a miracle! A miracle I say! (It’s not really but it seems like a major moment right now)
I knew I’d snap out of it, it was only a matter of time. I’m still crabby but at least I don’t feel like I’m walking in a haze and not really interacting with the world around me. And the dropping of things. I swear I haven’t been able to hold on to anything. I guess I’m still dropping things, I dropped my keys and something else this morning, but I still think last night was a major break through.
I ate dinner for the first time since Thursday night. This is not like me at all. I LOVE to eat. I eat when I’m happy, sad, stressed, even sick (usually). But Friday brought on an event that took away my energy and twisted my stomach into knots. Knots that didn’t start to ease until last night. Maybe it’s because of the weather, it’s humid as the fucking Amazon Jungle out there. (I’m guessing since I’ve never actually set foot in the Amazon) Maybe it’s because I have some screws loose. Or maybe…just maybe…IT’S BECAUSE OUR HOUSE FELL THROUGH! Yeah…
Also, last night I went to tae kwon do for the first time in a week. I didn’t get to go after Monday last week because of my trip. It was nice to sweat and have an hour where I didn’t have to think about anything but kicking/punching the bag and the sweat dripping down my nose. Yes very refreshing, not thinking. It really is amazing how much more grounded I feel afterwards.
And the search begins again tonight. We are looking at 3 more houses. Ok enough of that, wouldn’t want to slide back into the funk. Here are some more pics from our trip.
Literally walking down memory lane:
The path to the past:
Foote pond overlook, what happened to all the sand?
Morning walk on the beach:
Last morning 
