Although I could ask someone to come along and sleep on the sofa, I suppose, that's still a temporary solution--eventually I need to be there on my own, alone with our things. It's just . . . it's not the same smial I came home to a year ago, and I don't want it to be, I don't want to forget . . . but I do need to move on. I just . . . don't feel ready. I'm not sure I can yet.
And Elanorelle. Time's slipping away. And I want to share every moment with her that she can spare. But I can't. You see, I need to have some place to come home to after I see her off, some place where I can walk in the door and say, "Well, I'm back." So I need to go home . . . but I can't. You see my dilemma, then?
Oh! Here comes Grandmum . . . .