Day 365 – One Year Later…
Today is the one year anniversary of Z-day, and I don’t know how to feel about that.
Things have changed so much in this past year it’s difficult to imagine back before things went to hell.
I suppose I was fairly happy back then. I had a career and good friends. I had a decent place to live and was making a decent amount after expenses. Life was pretty good, if a little trite at times. I was worried about silly things a lot of the time, and spent too much time inside my own head, but I was happy. I had so many interests and did so many fun things whenever I wasn’t working. I was single, but ok with that. Life was good.
Then Z-day hit.
Now, I can never be completely off my guard. Sure I feel safe and secure here in the compound, but I know that at a moment’s notice I could be called upon to clean up some wandering zeds or go save someone. You can never truly relax because you can never come close to guessing what’s around the corner.
However, it’s not all bad. I’m in much better shape than I was before z-day. I’m fairly fit and tan, and I think the newly acquired stress lines add a bit of character. I also have Molly, at least right now, and I’m still in a bit of shock about that. Who would have thought, post Z-day and all.
Anyway, today, I think, is a day to be close to the people you know and love who are still alive, so I’m not going to spend much time here. Molly is sitting here with me while I type this quick, and Ian is cooking up another delicious stew in the kitchen. We invited Molly’s whole crew over to celebrate. Sure we could mourn what happened, and we will try to remember everyone who’s fallen victim to this terrible thing, but in the end it always feels right to celebrate what you have and not concern yourself with what you think you might have lost.
Today we’ll drink a toast to the memory of the fallen, but you can rest assured we’ll have many toasts to the health of all the survivors.
Here’s to you!
- B
