This morning I finally took some pictures of my apartment. Here are a few showing the living room/dining area.
I like it – there are things about it I love – but I still feel so alone much of the time. And I can’t seem to get over feeling that way.
I realize the pathetic-ness of all this. Even the “home empty home” title. I need to find ways to fill up – not with material things but with feelings and love and joy and friendship and faith and laughter.
But for the life of me I haven’t figured out how to do that here yet. And I’ve never been so disappointed in myself.