Hello Dumbo

Life's kicking my behind these days. I'll be the first to admit I've fallen behind on everything.
I also just found out that I won't be going home next week like I thought I would be (and bear in mind it's been a very, very long time since I've been back). At first, I shrugged my shoulders and accepted it. Went to bed that night, woke up the next morning and felt like a baby elephant was sitting on my chest. Only a baby because an adult elephant is reserved for heartache. But mama dumbo may well soon be joining her infant on my breastbone (don't ask right now, I don't have the energy to go into it). I think it hit me how long I've been away from home. Away from my family, away from my friends. Away from people I love. People who love me. There's been a lot of stress in the last two years and I felt it culminate all in one moment. I had so been looking forward to not only going home, but also getting away. To take a breather, step out of my day to day life and peer back in on it. Refresh, renew, recharge. And then come back to New York strong and ready to keep fighting for my dreams. And then that crashed. No oxygen masks dropped down. My breather was taken away from me.
So right now I'm very homesick. I'm feeling stressed. My work hours suddenly seem unbearable. And matters of the heart have me down on top of everything else. What do I feel I need? Well, seeing as I can't see my friends right now (my number one therapeutic agent), what I want to do is sit on a beach and be in front of the ocean. Maybe in three days time when I finally have a day off I'll do that.
Aah...apologies for the complaints... :-)