One Month Later
I’m sitting at home on a Saturday night, alone and cross-legged on my red seat, attempting to learn sign language from a book I purchased online. Surprisingly, it’s the only thing that makes me feel better. I’ve given up on grading papers as my mind is elsewhere, or more accurately, it’s across the lake at Jude’s.
Over the past month, I’ve done some soul searching. It wasn’t easy, but finally, finally I’m on the right path. I had taken a major detour, but now things have never looked clearer. Work, friends, and focusing on my new life have kept me busy. It’s kept me from wondering about my neighbor.
But I have no other choice but to accept what it is.
Acceptance.
I accept what life is and let go of what was. I have faith in what it will be.
Jude is someone special. He
