Dec 21, 2003 10:28
[journal entry]
As we approach the holidays, things here are quiet. We are going to see Karl's family for Christmas and I am looking forward to meeting them. It is odd that he and I have come this far and I have yet to meet a single member of his family.
Always in the past I have approached Yule with joy and excitement, but this year I cannot seem to find them. I feel drained and tired, unable to focus or concentrate. My mind has taken to wandering and I have problems reigning it in. More and more I find myself daydreaming of Minas Tirith and the friendships and relationships I found there. When I come back to myself and find I am here, I feel an odd disappointment. I feel, as he would have said, domesticated. I miss feeling useful and having a purpose.
All my life I have been striving to get to this point. To be happy and find peace, find love and settle into calm existance. Now that I have, it feels more like a cage. I love Karl, more than anything, but I can't share this with him without making him feel bad, guilty or uncared for.