I parked in my regular spot, the sweetly painted Petunia marker grinning at me as always. Hard not to let my gaze linger at the emptiness behind the cartoon version of my sweet little dog, at the carefully leveled green space that made my chest ache despite the fact I was absolutely and utterly over the loss of my B&B.
Right, Fee. Tell me another one.
Lingering over that not-so-distant pain did little to improve my mood. Rather than entering the annex from the front door and risk running into guests or staff who may or may not have been prepared for the redheaded cloud of doom and gloom who hunkered her way around the side of the house for the backyard, I chose to do my best not to make anyone else feel as rotten as I did and keep my crankiness to myself. At least, until I was able to get a solid hug or two in from my mother and bestie.
Today was supposed to be one of triumph and excitement. Instead, I felt like crying. How much did that suck?