Last year we were sitting in a house with no HHG, sleeping on air mattresses, watching Netflix on laptops and Nooks and eating on plasticware. We had just moved to Texas from Hawaii. It was a culture shock. It was a temperature shock. A year a later and we're almost back to that same position.
I'm scared. I am downright terrified. I can't put one coherent thought together. I can't eat. I want to sleep every moment of the day. Logically, I know that we'll get through this but this is a painful process. I need a moment to think and I'm running out of moments.
What's the right thing to do? I don't know. Mr. Lovebug and I will figure this out together though, right? That's what I keep telling myself.
