Well today marks eight months. Every mark of another month up until this point has seemed like an accomplishment. Today though I feel like marking month eight still feels like no end is in sight. I am trying to stay positive and not be bitter about how I am feeling, but honestly I am lost. The past few days have been emotional and although sometimes the picture looks like the homecoming is in the near future to me it feels so far fetched. Ive hit a funk. It isn't the beginners funk I felt when he left or the holiday funk at Christmas it is just simple sadness. I have for the past eight months found the strength to pick myself up off the ground when I feel overwhelmed by everything, but now I just feel bored with all the options to pick me up again. I really am hoping this too shall pass because I really need the strength for the now I am here all alone in Alaska again funk that will probably occur by mid-July. Hopefully by then counting down to an ending will feel like something is really occurring and not just dragging along.