I'm tired of working, and I'm tired in general, and I want to be at home in Birmingham with my husband and my kitty cat and my new apartment, making it pretty.
But I'm not. I'm in Chattanooga for my work week, which should bring me joy and be a blessing - I have a job, I have a paycheck, I'm doing what I love to do - but somehow, the only blessing I want right now is to get to see Mark. (It's been almost 6 days since I've seen him, which doesn't seem like a lot just saying it, but feels like a lot when you live it.)
Is that selfish? Or wrong?
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