You know how the image on a TV screen used to shiver and flicker when you hit pause on a VCR? That’s how my life has felt for the past couple of weeks. It’s like somebody hit “pause” on my whole world, and I was just standing there, frozen on a single frame, shivering, face contorted in horror, waiting for somebody to push “play” so I could move forward again.
The test results came in this afternoon.
Tears of relief. A phone call to Grant. Exhale. Live. Love.
Remarkably, there were no reservations for this evening, so I switched on the “NO VACANCY” sign and just spent the entire evening curled up on the couch with Grant, listening to the neon transformer’s soft, rhythmic buzz and trying not to suffocate under the weight of an emotion somewhere between love and gratitude.