I feel really good now though, energized even. This last week of no work has been pretty boring and long. I am almost looking forward to work, so I have something to do. The sun, the grass, the rocks, the sky, the open spaces. I finally feel happy and content to be home for a while.
Nature has a way of soothing hurts and solving problems.
I realized what I sort of dislike about home. I know that memories are an important part of life, and should be cherished. The problem with memories is that I dwell on them. I think of things like, if I could do that again I would do this. That is not a healthy thing to do.