Freedom at last; I have escaped the prison I have lived in for the last four days. Now that it’s all behind me it feels like nothing happened although everything has changed. I came home to find my daughter speaking entire phrases and doing things that I didn’t notice her doing before, so either she has grown over night or the fact that I was constantly with her didn’t allow me to see clear those things (the second option is more likely). I realized I forgot I owned a cat and despite the fact that this will make me a bad owner, I was really surprised to see him home, because I had no memory of having him. I went out for a walk and while watching Ephia and D play, I understood once more that we are really a whole and it’s hard to break that wholeness.
Usually when someone goes through any kind of trauma they will tell you they have learned something or they have changed something about them, inside of them. I am proud to say that I didn’t; the only thing that stuck to me is that I wouldn’t change anything; I would only work even harder for what I have and want. All in all I am amazed that this project lasted, even if I had to steel internet from neighbors to make it happen or to write from a hospital bed, two hours after surgery. And that is also another thing that struck me; this is who I am and this project has made me do exactly what I wanted from it: write every single day regarding the circumstances.
Those being said, I had a very warm welcoming home and I can’t wait to restart my daily routines. Over and out!