What's next?

Something is different now.  I don't know what it is but I know what it's not. It's not the way I felt in September. Or October or November or December. The ache in my heart is gone along with the lump in my throat. I'm not dissolving into heaving sobs on a daily basis anymore. The phrase "I hate it here" is no longer repeating like a broken record in my brain. 

It's not that our situation has changed. It hasn't. We're still stuck. But I know we'll get unstuck soon. How can we not? When have we ever given up? Never. I'm not devastated anymore. I'm kind of excited to see what happens next.