And I'm not pleased.
We had a fabulous time in Orlando. We partied. We spent time with family. We got our geek on.
And the whole time, all I could think was When I get home, I have to face the bully. I have to face neighbors who don't know me but feel free to speak ill of me. I have to sit through an ugly meeting, a nasty situation, and grit my teeth, and act civil, and be nice to these people who have enjoyed the drama of the last month at my expense.
Each time I hugged and laughed with friends, I wished they lived in my community.
Every time I kissed a family member, it was with sadness because they live there while I'm here.
As we got into our car yesterday to leave Florida, all I wanted to do was run to the home of the loved-one closest to me and hide.
Tonight, I'll be clenching my teeth, gripping my seat, and looking at the Ty-man in the back of the room, shivering with nervousness, anger, and adrenaline.
Wishing to be with the people I love.