I have just dropped my husband of at the airport, sad to see him go away for the next few weeks, but so much to do before he comes back in a month. I need to sort the garage, clean up the bedrooms. Constantly he reminds me to stop spending money and get rid of all the junk I have, well, sometimes junk helps get over depression.
There is a song called “going home” which sometimes just is so depressing , I feel like jumping out of a window, but I know that I am such coward, I would never do it, unless hubby and the kids would no longer be. “They say there is a place where dreams have all gone,”“I know in my bones I have been here before” The melody makes me weak at the knees.
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