I'm writing today from the guest bedroom in my sister's house. Seven and a half years is how long it has been since I have been back to Virginia. It feels good to be back and it came at a time where I really needed a distraction from what is going on in my real life. I can stick around with my family for a little while and give my emotional state a chance to heal a little. I saw my doctor yesterday before I came up here and was prescribed Lexapro. It won't start working right away so being around my family will give me a some stabilty while it takes effect.
My sister wants me to move home. Back to Virginia for good. I do miss my family but I don't know if Virginia is even home anymore. Home is where the heart is and right now my heart is over 2000 miles away from me. I don't know how long it is going to take to heal from this broken heart because what I feel for him is true, strong, and deep. I'm not in any rush. I need to get myself to some state of emotional stability before I even consider a future romance.
My heart still hurts but at least here, amongst my family I know I am safe, loved, and most definately wanted. I don't feel second best or likeĀ a burdon. I love my family with all of my heart and I am so glad to be here. I think that if I can't be with him right now then I am exactly where I need to be.