I ran away.
Ok, maybe I just escaped real-life for a few days. I knew I'd come back, unfortunately.
The death of ManFriend was very difficult for me (as you've read) plus I guess I realized nothing was going to come of Mountain Man, another dose of realization that I most likely will end up alone, both of which saddened me plus other personal stress. It all kind of happened at once.
So I was spontaneous and last Wednesday I booked a flight to Florida for Saturday - Tuesday. I have family friends down there who graciously offered me a place to stay for a few days.
The second day we spent at the beach...it was 86 degrees! That sure beat the 7 inches of snow we got back home!
Day three we toured Marco Island, Sanibel Island and Captiva.
And day four was travel back home day. I was sad to leave the much needed sunshine and relaxation. Something about being back home makes me sad and depressed. I am not sure how long I can live like this, in this sad blur. I need to make changes.