Date sent: Fri, 04 Jul 1997 03:43:13 +0000 (GMT)
I hope you slept well and that there are no ghosts or anything about. How old is the building where the apartment is?
But, as much as I would like to be there with you, it is just simply impossible right now. Not only do we not have travel money, I can’t leave the little girls, I don’t have any clothes for that climate, I don’t have a passport, and the idea of going so far alone scares me. I could DO it if I had to, but it is scary. So, we will just not worry about it now.
Tomorrow is Independence Day. This time last year I was sleeping at Aunt Harriet’s dreaming about what my life would have been like if I had found “The One.” And thinking that it was now too late. My life was over, there was no point in looking for any happiness for myself – only do my duty and raise my children. The Baby was sleeping with me, and I felt terribly sad that she would have to grow up in a world that was so full of terminal unhappiness.
And, this feeling of restlessness and being trapped grew all the following day, until it reached a peak during the fireworks, and, instead of staying another night, as had been planned, I told Aunt Harriet that I was going to drive home that night. And, drive home I did! To find… that MY ARK HAD COME! Continue reading