The one year mark...ta da

Well, the one year anniversary came and went yesterday, and with no fanfare. We couldn't celebrate ourselves, we have no extra money to go out for dinner or any of the usual things people do to celebrate important milestones. Fred is in Egypt, and he didn't call. I think that was the biggest downer so far. He was supposed to call since we couldn't be together, but not a word. I keep trying to tell myself (and Lonnie) that he may have had trouble calling out from so far away, or some other unforeseen thing may have kept him from calling. Lonnie was very down about it. Not that we think he should call and thank us for saving his life, far from it. We are disappointed because he is our friend, and we had looked forward to talking with him. We miss him, plain and simple. One year later, and still the emotional roller coaster continues...

The anniversary is approaching

August 19th is the one year anniversary of the transplant. Fred is off traveling the world, and here we sit in our dreary little home town, living our dreary little lives. A year ago today we were on our way to the airport, heading off to Florida for the big day. I find myself sitting here wishing that I was once again on that plane heading south. The only difference is that I would want it to be a one way ticket. I think that the excitement of the whole event, followed by a return to banality, sends a constant siren song...it calls me to come to where I feel alive, it calls me to come to where I have friends, but most of all, it calls me to a place where boring isn't an option. I wonder if this is real, or just some part of my psyche that wants relief from "ordinary-ness" at any cost?