I’ve been off the grid for a little while now, I apologise.
The last three weeks have definitely been up there with some of the weirdest ones to experience. I’m hoping you all know by now, I’d hate for you to find out through this blog. At the same time though, I’m sick of retelling the same story. Not because it causes a great deal of pain, I’m just not a fan of repetition. I hated coming home (not really mum!) last year because of how many questions I had to answer… over and over again.
I’m not going into details, out of respect for the other person involved in this situation. So yes, I will be vague as hell and probably frustrate you, but I guess if we’re friends then you can just ask me anything anyway. Or… you already know every detail better than I do.
The simple fact of the matter is that this blog has always been an outlet. Something similar to a diary, where I can write things down and somehow ease my mind a little.
I’m good guys. I promise. A loss is loss, but this one feels very undramatic and natural. Whistler is also a great place to go through these things, there are so many distractions. Plus, the sun is starting to reappear and promises of summer are peering through the clouds. Being away from home makes things harder, but also a million times easier – if that makes any sense. I’m actually glad to be away from all things familiar, and to just get on with life. It might hit me like a tonne of bricks later on, but so far… it’s all good.
So I guess the point of this post is to say, don’t worry. Whistler has my back. I obviously can only speak for myself now but I think it’s all going to be okay. I love you all, and all the love I’ve been getting – keep it coming, for both of us.