So after a long, amazing week with Garry in Orlando, I was sitting in the car on our way back to Atlanta feeling unsettled. This was bizarre to me -- how was I feeling off after such a great (and much needed) weekend? Garry and I spent quality time together. We laughed a ton, slept in, took naps, and even spent a day riding Dumbo and Peter Pan rides at Disney World! I mean come on, that's the life right there. On top of the fun stuff, we'd just found out that one of our old residents had died a few weeks ago. She was found laying on the floor of the Equinox gym she frequented in West Hollywood. She couldn't have been more than 28 years old. Talk about something that helped put my eyes back on straight. Needless to say, I felt particularly appreciative of life during our trip. Of my marriage. Of my family. Of God. But I could recognize a sense of emptiness on the drive home.
