#poe:g1

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until everything changed.

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we talked for awhile before we went back to the house. and then we talked more over dinner. the air felt lighter now, the tension from the last seasons and all their conflict melting away. we suddenly had so much to say, and home felt like home again.

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i'm not sure which one of us needed it more.

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mom wasn't home either. that was, obviously, a shock. she's barely left her bed in ages, let alone had the strength to walk outside. mama had me go fetch her while she went inside to make dinner. i was... nervous. saying it out loud- well, writing it down- makes it sound so silly now. but the moment i saw her, standing on the shoreline with her fishing pole in hand, everything felt okay again.

i can't remember the last time i hugged her so hard.

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mama happened to be out by the beach when i got back. it's been so long since she's gone that far from home; when i was here, she'd send me out to do anything that would take her too far from the porch. mom slept so much, but she didn't want to chance her waking up and needing something. i don't blame her.

anyway, it was so nice to see her out. winter wasn't far behind me, i could tell, and the chances for her to wander would be slim as the weather got colder. i caught her up on our walk back.

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dear georgie,

i made it home safe. getting home is always easier than leaving. i'm just now getting a chance to sit down and write to you. things have been... pretty crazy, honestly.

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g: promise you'll write?

b: only if you promise to write back

g: [laughs] i guess i deserve that

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g: you're thinking about your mom, aren't you? b: yeah, i'm just worried about her.. g: g: maybe you should go home to her then b: g: you'd regret not being there, i think. if you didn't b: you're probably right..