tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3112835656136732522.post6975394000648447109..comments2023-03-10T06:13:03.053-07:00Comments on FlyingWG: I Want To Go HomeSandyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09175077917096988524noreply@blogger.comBlogger9125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3112835656136732522.post-38160920603189727642011-05-03T13:40:27.751-07:002011-05-03T13:40:27.751-07:00I'm still in the same home we lived in. Ben an...I'm still in the same home we lived in. Ben and I lived here since we moved back home from Seattle. This is the house I grew up in that my siblings have been renting from my parents. It's not always easy, and sometimes I wish I was able to afford renting my own apartment. I'm starting to panic a little. Not sure what the future holds for me in terms of income...stick it out with self-employment until I finally succeed, or find a permanent job after 2-3 years of chaos? Will I ever get out of this house?!<br /><br />I sometimes think moving away right after Ben died would have been therapeutic for me. But, maybe it's best I stayed...for now. I think I would be feeling the same way you are. Wanting to go home.<br /><br />Thinking of you, take care.Catherinehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05187811202083883878noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3112835656136732522.post-37912623241141666512011-04-11T21:02:19.732-07:002011-04-11T21:02:19.732-07:00Oh Sandy, I really feel for you. I do hope your y...Oh Sandy, I really feel for you. I do hope your yearning for home passes and you find comfort in your new "place".Paulinehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15276284964859313257noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3112835656136732522.post-91491360681201251072011-04-08T08:43:14.449-07:002011-04-08T08:43:14.449-07:00I'm so sorry for all your sadness, my friend. ...I'm so sorry for all your sadness, my friend. You are so very sweet. I wish I could help in some way. Your daily inspiration tweets always lift my day up a little bit. I look for them for just that reason. HUGSAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3112835656136732522.post-33887994008562525102011-04-07T19:47:59.343-07:002011-04-07T19:47:59.343-07:00oh sandy. you make me cry. I believe there is ha...oh sandy. you make me cry. I believe there is happiness left for you. Keep you heart open, beautiful soul. I am so sorry, honey.Pamela Fagan Hutchinshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00400007405575728478noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3112835656136732522.post-30195709585348835362011-04-07T10:07:05.696-07:002011-04-07T10:07:05.696-07:00it's my day off and i am working here at the a...it's my day off and i am working here at the apartment on some sewing, for myself and for others. sew, break and work on something else. this post made me cry. i want to go home. my Dragon and i lived beside the cold North Atlantic, up north where each warm season was never taken for granted. but the winters were warm with him there. i had to move. i left the day of his funeral. i was so numb, in such shock that he had had the heart attack. nothing i did worked. nothing they did worked. he left me. he left home. and then, because he did, so did i.<br /><br />it is not bad here, just different. your words. mine are about the same except the sky is wrong. i can't see it that well. there are no waves or cries of any gulls. this is a city. we lived in a town where we could walk from town limit to town limit. Gloucester embraced us, but we were way out on a secluded cove. Rockport. i want to go home, too.<br /><br />i wish you peace.abandonedsoulshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06020499806998154330noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3112835656136732522.post-80473500041800371552011-04-07T09:05:55.125-07:002011-04-07T09:05:55.125-07:00I'm sending lots of love and many, many hugs t...I'm sending lots of love and many, many hugs to you, Sandy.Ingerhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02924736131382149056noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3112835656136732522.post-25140883495517925512011-04-07T07:56:37.262-07:002011-04-07T07:56:37.262-07:00I feel that way too, when I pass by our old apartm...I feel that way too, when I pass by our old apartment. It'll never be the same again.Brendahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/18180534884268199362noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3112835656136732522.post-81751169907118187852011-04-07T06:08:14.366-07:002011-04-07T06:08:14.366-07:00I can't imagine how hard that must be some day...I can't imagine how hard that must be some days. I wish I lived closer - I'd come take care of every last one of your animals any day you didn't feel like it. (((hugs)))Lisa @ Two Bears Farmhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03464839163693785901noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3112835656136732522.post-85688585686772600662011-04-07T05:36:07.750-07:002011-04-07T05:36:07.750-07:00I wish I had the words to offer to make it better,...I wish I had the words to offer to make it better, but I know there aren't any. I feel the sadness in your words. I hope there comes a day when it will ease and you will again feel at home.Raehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04858158707328118375noreply@blogger.com