Manderley - Part 3
As I stand on this little hill and look in all directions I realize that I feel like myself in a way that I had forgotten. There is a Linda I barely know anymore.
The eclectic selection of music we've been listening to on our road trip includes a song co-written by Canadian performer Michael Buble called Home. The music and the lyrics tug at my soul; I too want to go home. One line in particular speaks of a place I have been often lately. "And I feel just like I'm living someone else's life."
The pain in my shoulder and arm that I've been dealing has disappeared since we arrived on the prairie. I felt the stress begin to fall from my body a few days ago when we drove out of the Rocky Mountains and the prairie appeared. Somehow, my body instinctively knew to breathe deeper.
We walk; we talk; we drive slowly back toward the town and our appointed time to meet with the Realtor. We're already late but it's okay.