I don't think I can continue to follow all the Colorado things that I do on instagram. The beauty is starting to kill me. It's painful. I have lost hope that we will be able to make Colorado our home. The adventure I pictured and hoped for gets farther and farther away from my consciousness every day. It's closing in on the time to figure out how to assimilate back into a place we don't want to be, surrounded by people we don't want to be around. How do we be excited for life when it's not where we want to be? How do we make the best of where we are? It's really sad to see hope die. We are on hopes death bed.
Why does this almost fact make me cry? Why can't I get my face to smile? Why isn't Colorado where we get to be? What does God know that makes that move not the right one for my family? How do I tell me face to mask the sadness in my heart? Most certainly if this move doesn't happen there will be no reason to continue with this blog. My family needs something to look forward to. Something that makes us come alive. My husband needs to step back from his job. We need this.
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