100 Days in Canada
It has been too long since I wrote about my journey and before I knew it one hundred days had passed.
What is my story…
What is my story… I feel I need to share a snippet of what lead me to this point in my life. It’s been 34 years in the making.
Moving In. Moving Out. Moving Forward.
We had moved in. We have moved out. Now we are moving forward
Watching my life flash before my eyes… In very slow motion
Packing up 33 years of life is no easy feat. It requires plenty of nostalgic moments and about a hundred black bags and boxes.
Paralysed by Overwhelm
Over the last two years I have been living in limbo. At least I feel I have been in limbo in my own house. Then again perhaps not. I need to remind myself that I had managed to have two apartments renovated on my property last year. This […]
There is no place like home
There is a saying that home is where the heart is. My heart is torn between this life and the next. My home is both here and in the afterlife. My home was and is so much more than my house but I have been struggling to remember that home is not the building or the address. Home is forever in my heart.
A journey barely begun
Despite the grief, despite the pain, I share my journey and I yearn to move forward and find happiness and hope again. A fresh start may be on the horizon.
It is not just a lounge
This lounge is where I spent some of the happiest years of my life. My late husband and I would spend hours just hanging out here. In winter he loved keeping the fire going all day and late into the night when we would read or write or […]
2015. The best year. The worst year.
The best year of my life and the worst year of life. The season of light. The season of darkness. The spring of hope. The winter of despair. I had everything before me. I had nothing before me. My life summed up as the beginning of a Dickens novel.
