The bags…oh the bags

I miss you more than you could ever know.  You are one of the most important things in my life and I regret that I did not express my appreciation for you enough in my youth.  We were inseparable in my younger years when I could spend every night with you and even an occasional afternoon.  Some of my greatest memories of us together were when I was in in my teen years and would spend time with you on the couch while my dad watched football.  Fast-forward to my early to mid 20’s when I was living in San Francisco….I would wake up at 10am on a Sunday, eat some brunch, pound a few blood mary’s, return to you for the rest of the day, eat dinner, and jump right back in bed to see you again for the rest of the night.  It was glorious.   We could spend a straight 8-10 hours together, uninterrupted, and never get sick of each other.  I’ve never felt as close to you as I did then.  

We had a rough patch in my college years….those early morning study sessions before exams, an insane volleyball schedule and 8am classes were rough on us, but we got through it.   I knew we’d hit another rough patch down the road, but I had no idea that things would get this bad.

October 2012 (H1 was conceived) was the beginning of the end, and it continues to get worse and worse by the day.  I am often shocked that I have survived this long without you in my life.  I pray every day that you will return to me.  I know in my heart of hearts that you will come back and give me some relief so I can feel like a human being again.   Until then, I will rely on my morning coffee, dōTERRA lifelong vitality pack, and the random nights that you decide to grace me with your presence for 8 hours straight.  I have faith in us.