I do not mean for this blog to be the Diary of a Debbie Downer. Like I said in my first post, I'm almost over the grieving part. As far as depressions go, 4 months is a relatively short amount of time to have the joy sucked out of you. The only wallowing I'm really doing now is in my writing. This is a self-imposed exercise in self-reflection and it warn you, it may be messy. The hope is if I can just piece back together these past few months - why we chose to move here and how it fell apart - then maybe I can move on. Staying here is not an option I really want to explore anymore.