On this, the one year anniversary of my mother's death it rather feels like I'm coming to the end of a long journey.
In my heart it's about 10:30 at night, and, after having driven all day, in the near distance I can see the lights of my home town on the horizon.
Home is close, but I'm not there yet and once I get there, there will be unpacking and laundry and kitty litter boxes to clean, but right now all I want to do is get home and get into my own bed and sleep for a long long time.
Because the journey is almost over.
Beautifully said.
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