wow. i know this is temporary, but i guess this is the closest to heartbreak i’ve ever felt. not trying to be dramatic, but knowing madam is so far away and that i won’t be joining her for so long is really messing with me. i feel like i’m spiraling a bit.

i’m trying to focus on packing, keeping busy, making sure everything is in order—because if i stop and think too much, it just hits harder. the house feels wrong without her here. too quiet. too empty.

i keep reminding myself it’s only a few weeks. i can handle a few weeks. i have to.