In Exile

I need to write about this week so I remember. When I'm feeling much better, and life feels a little stale I'll remember the last few weeks. When I injured my foot. My roommate got COVID, I had to be exiled and live with some friends. Run out of clothes to wear. Sleep on an air mattress. Get a cold. Migraines. My worship team getting sick. Depression is kicking my butt. I know this is all temporary and this will all pass. 

I am trying to remember the times when I could walk right and eat without feeling like throwing up afterwards. When I could sleep in my own bed. Comfort. I miss comfort. I regret all the times I took them for granted. I know a lot of people have it worse than I do. At least I don't have Covid. At least my boyfriend is amazing and patient. I am grateful for friends who've let me sleep in their spare bedroom. Oh but I am so uncomfortable. I know that this will all be over soon. But I just want to close my eyes and sleep until it's all back to normal again. Where I have access to my closet, my own kitchen, my washing machine and dryer. I am so uncomfortable. I can't wait for this all to be over.