I think I'd probably leave. I don't know where I'd go, or what I'd do once I got there, or whether I'd ever come back, but none of that would really matter. What would matter would be that I got away from here, from all of this. The pity. The laughter. The reminders. The ashes.
Someplace warm would be nice, I think.
Maybe it'll never come to that. Maybe I just need to have more patience.
Today I get to have lunch with HatGirl. Maybe she'll renew my faith, remind me of the value of patience.