I'm adding a few photos here from the last month. Winter scenes from around home. I so love getting out in the winter, but it's much harder because I can't just sit somewhere, it's too cold. So the outings when they happen are very very short.
| Winter on the creek |
| forgotten nest |
I am back in my old stomping grounds. It's always a mixed bag when I come here. Some old friends and acquaintances get offended because when I come here, I hole up, usually at N.'s house and visit one person, if anyone. People take this personally. I don't think anyone from my old life here understands how sick I am and that, despite the fact I look fine, in reality I am ill and weak. Also, people don't know that outings and social events have repercussions that don't hit for 36 hours.
For example, while I went to dinner the other night with some old friends and had a lovely time, yesterday I was in bed most the day. I felt so sick and awful all day that it brought me to tears.
So while I'm here it's a game of regulating activity. I push too hard in order to remember I had (have?) friends, people who really liked (like?) me and want to see me. It's really good for my psyche. Still, if I go too far, push too hard to fit people and activities in, I will hurt myself long term - even paying the price for months. So I am trying to walk that tightrope, play the balancing act.
To be honest, I'm feeling right now that I never want to leave. I feel so at home here. I have friends, I am liked, and the stress is low. I'm sure if I lived here the novelty would wear off and the stress would creep back in, but for now, I'm enjoying this time.