Abandonne

I love this photo. Sometimes don't you just feel "Abandonee" by- you fill in the blank. Right now, after my Suburban Angst post, I feel "Abadonee," not by my wonderful husband, or my child, or by anyone in particular. In a sea of shopping malls and people making transactions, I do not have a sense of home in this place. It's like when you look in the mirror and you hope to see pieces of you or something like it, but instead, when you look out in this mirror, there are no familiar faces. So you must continually remind yourself that you are there, and the reflection is real.