Day Seven. Come & Go.

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Another morning, another trip to The Machine Shed, another gut-buster breakfast. You'd think I'd learn something from all these painful eating experiences, but no, no. I learned nothing.

We got cinnamon and pecan rolls, as big as Paul's head! It took me two days to eat mine!

Shelby had packed up and was ready to go so after breakfast we had a tearful good-bye and she headed back to Shakopee to be with her family. I didn't expect to feel as badly as I did, but when she left it hit me hard. I did my best to not show it. Shelb and I had some very good conversations and it helped give me some perspective on my life. I'm literally at a crossroads about what I want to do and how I want to make changes and what those might be. While I was comforted by her being here, I was equally crushed when she had to go. There was so much more to talk about. We were just getting started. Her leaving meant a return to dealing with the scary realization of being alone again.

Shortly after Shelby left, Paul left, too.

Feeling down and tired, I just went back to bed, where I stayed for most of the day. It was a lovely day outside, but I didn't care. I had to decide if I'm going to press on and continue my trip or go back home. No matter what I choose, it will make someone sad. No matter what I choose, I will be sad, too.