And yeah, the jealousy is still there. But I also know that Iâ€™d be heartbroken without this. Without the maples drenched in snow, the tiniest of new red buds just showing. Without this house that smells sweet with the heady aroma of brownies and hums with the rhythmic whir of the dishwasher. Without these boys: the big one and the small. I know this. I know there is an arc to everything, and that Iâ€™m on mine, and Iâ€™ll get there. And I know that this is my story: this juxtaposition of homestead and wanderlust. I wouldnâ€™t have it any other way.
But thank you for your reminders. I needed them.