It’s been a month and a half since I packed my bags, kissed my husband and my baby goodbye, and went back to work. I’ve pretty much gotten my writing groove back although it still takes me a while to think of scenarios for my scripts.
But this aching in my heart is a different story. It hasn’t diminished at all–not one bit. Being away from my husband and my baby still gives me a strange hollow feeling. Although I go through the motions of living life in the metro, I feel as if I am merely suspended in this reality.
As the song goes, “The whole world is moving and I’m standing still.”