So I have been offered an opportunity to leave this place. Does it matter if I am running away. Away from all the memory triggers of G. Where ever I go I will take my grief with me, loving G and losing him has shaped my soul and nothing will change that.
This city or the next , this job or the next, this home or the next G will no longer grace with his physical presence. Thought the lessons he taught me, how to see the world through his irreverent humour, the memories infused into my heart and wounds he left on my being will be carried into each location I travel too.
Sydney is too painful sometimes, each corner I turn there is something to remember. Moments in time when I was too busy, preoccupied or distracted to be present in all rush back at me. Some make me smile, some make me cringe, but all make me ache with the empty space beside me.
So do I go or do I stay ....... needing guidance here
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