Dear Fairbanks Friends:
Today you were missed more than you know.
I have been in Beloit for more than a year now and yet, the irony is that I feel more isolated here than I did in Alaska.
I miss the shared secrets, the play-dates. I yearn for the days I knew Arthur's friend's parents. I miss feeding you and entertaining you. I miss the birthday parties and the bonfires. I miss craft nights.
Where have I gone wrong? I wonder. Is it me? Or is it that life is so much bigger here that I'm just lost in a sea of people?
Today was an emotional disaster. My heart ached so terribly I went for a walk and found myself in the middle of a nearby cornfield, crying.
It was then I stumbled upon a golf ball.
Despite my fragile emotional state, I chuckled. This golf ball is me. We're both lost, floating in a vast space, without ties or contacts.
The truth is, as excited as I am to have Balin in school, I am worried, too. I am afraid that without my only link to my friends here, I will become more isolated. I will write and I will quilt and I will do hundreds of other little things but I will do these things alone.
I miss that life, the one filled with all of you. If I could have taken all of you with me, I would have.
Love, Bobbi
Blessed be.
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