When It Rains, It Pours

I have died, my soul is trapped in purgatory, and I am looking down on my old life in Springfield and mourning because I can no longer be a part of it.

Not just sad. Gut wrenching sobbing because of the loss I feel.

This was my weekend.

We moved to Augusta to be closer to family, to give Christian the opportunity to further his career, and because I wanted to get back "home" - the South. Well, it hurts. Augusta is not the type of city we can live in. There are so many things that are wrong, corrupt, not available. My job is just depressing. We have started mourning the life we built together. The life we left.

Christian and I moved to Springfield a few months after I graduated from grad school. It was where we matured. It is where our professions matured. It is where we met the best friends of our life. It is where we bought our first home. It is where we were a vital part of the community and neighborhood. We were doing things. We were making a difference.

It is where we put down our first roots.

Now they have been ripped up and I don't know when and where they will start to grow again.

My heart is breaking ...

... but I have to endure.

Push through it. Keep my eye on the positive. Tuck in those emotions and be strong. I know it is "right", but why does doing the right thing have to hurt so much?


On top of all of that, I threw my back out yesterday.

Pray for us.