A shrink asked me not too long ago, who I feel the most attached to. I answered, my dog. The answer might be the reason why I’m talking to a shrink as I didn’t necessarily feel good telling him that. (Hence another reason why I’m talking to the shrink) But right as this moment, as I pack for a trip, I am thinking about my dog and how I’d miss him. Cliche’ is one, because there is so much truth to it. Dog does give you comfort and will always be there for you.
I dread traveling. It doesn’t matter what kind of trip it is. Once upon a time, it wasn’t difficult, however. Which is amazing, now that I’m thinking about it. There was always a destination that I wanted to be at, or sense of comfort with the person I was traveling with. It made the journey less dreadful. I’m probably never going to be at that place again.
So as I embark on a trip with distant and length of time that I haven’t for a long time, I’m hoping, perhaps it might open up a new chapter. And if it doesn’t, when I come back, the dog will be there for me.
