Ghosts in The Attic

just hang up from a life changing call. My hands are vibrating as I set down the phone. I can tangibly feel the excitement, the nervousness, the gravity of news that could change our lives. I take a moment and gather my thoughts. I remind myself to breathe slower; my pulse lowers and I catch my breath.

As I sit down on the bed the full weight of this news fills my mind—a tear rolls down my cheek. Sometimes good news is coupled with the duality of sadness. Big changes can take time to adapt to and I know that it will be a systemic shock. There are times when even the best of news comes with an obligation to rise up to the occasion and meet it head on.

The news I just received is that kind of news. I sit silently for awhile and I gather my thoughts. Everyone that I will immediately need to tell is already in this household. I don’t rush to tell anyone. The news is bittersweet. I am happy but i cry anyway. We dreamed of this moment but never expected it would come.

The sad truth is, the isolation that prevents me from phoning everyone I know, is what would enable me to take the first step.

I just hope I can make it.