My flight got rescheduled for today. I'm in Georgia now. I have only had my heart truly break once. What I mean by that is there's only been one time I've felt heart break and knew it was never going away. That was when my best friend committed suicide. I felt that pain again today. I promised I wouldn't cry in front of him and I didn't. But I broke down sobbing silently as soon as I got on the plane. Every fiber of my being is screaming to go back to New York. I know this brokenness won't heal until I go back. I won't be whole again until then. The thing to figure out is how to live in the mean time. Staying busy and out of my head is the goal. There are going to be days like today though in which the homesickness will be overwhelming. I pray for patience. I pray for strength. I pray for a sound mind to get my heart through the turmoil. (God, I wish I was this poetic all the time.) Most of all, I pray for peace. Lord, help me. I can't do this alone.
